Prologue

~ Unbroken ~

I felt numb... Cold, Weak. Surrounded by darkness. I managed to hear a couple of worried and slightly muffled voices. My body was being jostled around as someone was pushing me on some kind of transportation that felt almost like it was going about 100 mph. I could hear people crying and footsteps rushing around everywhere as I finally must have reached my destination. Everything began to slow down. I could still hear the tear stricken and worried voices of people I must know. I wanted to open my eyes... Where was i? Was I near my death? Everything felt too real for me to be dying. Every touch as people began moving me and placing me gently onto something soft which I assumed was a bed. I could faintly hear someone screaming from just outside.

"Sky...Skylar Wake up! Wake up now! You promised"

It was definitely the voice of a man. Or a young boy. He was screaming and crying as panic stung his tone of voice. "We're sorry Mr Styles but you can't see her just yet" A woman said. I heard a few more feet shuffle around on a hard floor. But he still kept going. "You Promised! You promised you wouldn't leave me Sky. I'm so sorry!" He screamed back. Who was I leaving? I desperately wanted to scream back. But nothing came out. I felt like I was in some kind of weird dream. Or nightmare. I needed to scream back, let whoever it was know that I am okay. I mean I was okay right?

Everything hurt. From my head to my back, to my ribs, my arms, you name it! Especially my chest area. My Heart. It felt especially broken, like somebody had decided to smash my body with a hammer. People were fussing around me. Some fiddling around with sheets and what seemed like different electrical devices, and another gathering my hair together and tucking it gently behind my shoulder.

Then heard the gentle rhythm of a heart monitor.

Beep...Beep

I was in hospital? But what happened? I didn't remember anything! I couldn't think straight maybe if I could stop hurting for just a second I'd know. But that felt almost impossible. I could see vivid images swirling around in my mind. Images of a boy? He was perfectly perfect in every way. With a deep brown mop of curls on his head. Mysterious grey/green eyes, and pale pink plump lips and slightly tanned skin. Who was he?

Can I go back? Back to the beginning where I was fine. Looked fine. When I was unbroken.