Author's Note: After much frustration this copy of the Intro to my theoretical story (in the works right now gents and ladies) has finally been posted! Sorry for the delay, and for the crap-ie-ness that used to sit before you all. Hope this one is enjoyed ...at least somewhat. If not... comment and tell me not to write it (or actually, what I could change to make it write-able in the first place lol, that would be nicer), but try to be honest either way.

-Rache

The clock struck eleven times.

And each time her heart jumped a million beats. She was stuck now for good, there was no changing her outcome.

How did she end in such a place? The jails stench overwhelmed her...

Why was she so alone? Those closest to her she had caste away years ago...

Why had she lied to the one that she had loved most? His state was so unclear to her now....

Eleven minutes had passed. Though the clock was ticking, she could feel that time without ever looking at it. She could always feel it, but this time was different. She could feel that in her as well.

Tears now lined her eyelids, collecting large enough to fall. She felt her outer body for one last time before it fell limp on the frigid bench she had been sitting. Her heart burned of hate, yet passionately. And her bloodshot eyes shimmered before they closed for good. She felt her melting heart begin to cave in. She knew that this would be the end and always did know. Her mind and heart were the last to hold on before her collapse.

And then there was blackness.

How had a once good girl gone so bad? The goodness had left long ago....

Though her heart had failed her now, her brain did not immediately fade. Bits and pieces of memories shot out at her as she lay there dead.

Each of the bad led back to a place she never wanted to ever think of again. This was the one thing that had changed her for the worse.

Marching Band.