Hey guys!

Sorry for not updating for such a long time! I have been having a bunch of problems with my laptop and fanfiction, plus the problems with my laptop made all of my stories disappear! T_T so I had to rewrite all of it all over again, unfortunately...

Though the good thing is while I was rewriting WYBM I came across a lot of plot holes and inconsistency throughout it, so I decided to scratch all the small ideas and details and rewrite the entire thing all together! In my opinion this one seems a lot more interesting and less rush, so you'll be able to enjoy the story more! ^,^

So yeah I'm going to take all three chapters down tonight and will try to have the all replaced by Sunday night! Please comment/review and tell me what you think of the changes. Thank you!

Here's the rest of the summary...

Summary

Mikan Sakura. Once a cheerful, bubbly girl, now isolated and stone-faced. After "that time" she's never been the same. She hardly ever talks to anyone, and the girls from school don't help. But when Narumi comes and tells her something that will change her life from what she knows it to be, what will she do? Will she go with Narumi? Will she remain tortured and beat? Will Natsume save her? Or will he make her break?... NxM, maybe some RxH. My first fanfic so please read! It's not as bad as this summary, I promise.

Well thanks guys for going through all my babbling.

To all you old and hopefully some new readers, enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice or any ideas from it incorporated into this story...

Chapter 1 - Prologue

~Mikan POV~

It's the same everyday. I go to the school I hate; I am tortured by the "popular" girls who hate my guts for some unknown reason; I am isolated from the rest of my class; I am abused by the "strong" who feed off the "weak"; I am still the same awkward nerd; I am still separated from my one and only friend; I am still alone and hurt; I am still empty inside….

I still look ahead with dead eyes.

"Death." A simple word that can cause so much change and mayhem in one's life, so much pain. And in the midst of all that chaos, you try to reach out to grab hold of something, something stable and calm in this maddening turmoil to anchor yourself down, to keep you upright and standing, even if only barely. That idea, thought, object…that something that you grab and hold on like it if you only lifeline in that hire-wired hurricane known as your unstable emotions saves you; slowly it begins to manifest, into invisible walls, towering tall, surrounding your very being, your only source of protection you have left, your only place where you can put your trust.

And I found that something, that manifested form of what little emotional stability I hold. The only thing I have left with me to cling to, to give me what little strength I have left, to keep my crack but not broken. A mask. One that holds no emotions; one that gives no information, no weakness; one of complete indifference and silence. It is my only strength I have left, one I plan to never lose. It is my only façade; keeping my weaknesses hidden; keeping my weak self in the shadow, locked away in the shadow for no one to see.

And with that I stay hidden the as well. In the darkness, that is what my world ahs become. There is no light left, no innocent ignorance, no naivety. Just a barren world, filled with a cloaking darkness, blocking out any light, joy, happiness, hope….

In the end there is nothing but yourself and the ever unwelcoming darkness that swallows your soul whole, drowning it in a thick sea of pain and misery, so dense with despair and madness that you find yourself sinking through this bottomless abyss, and soon you become part of it, never to be able to reach that light that taunts you up above. You become mad like the darkness that holds you captive.

You become one…

I am soon to be one of those fated captives as well. Everyday the darkens visits me; watching me; surrounding me; starving me; suffocating me; leaving me alone with only its stifling smile and gaze upon me. How would one not go mad from this? How could one be able to stand revisiting the greatest weaknesses, their greatest fears, every waking hour of every living day? To be forced to watch the most sickening moments of your life over and over again in every nightmare you receive, never being freed from this never ending limbo of pure torture; always under its suffocating stare; how could one stay sane?

And I had never feared it, one could even say I was close to accepting it on one cruel day, but that was until I was capture by something else, something so bring that instead of taunting me from up above, I broken through the maddening darkness at its strongest. It shone brightly within my reach, within my grasp, and unconsciously I clung to it, like a toddler to its favorite toy, and form it I found comfort; I found hope.

From those bright, captivating crimson eyes…

So what you guys think? Liked it so far? Hated it? found something wrong with it? Whatever it may be, please post it as a review so I may gain more knowledge on what you guys what and what I'm doing wrong. This is still my first story so I don't have much experience with all this and I would love to hear you feedback! Thanks guys for reading!

FallenAngel