Disclaimer: No I do not own the story or any of the characters, well I might make one or two up, but the rest are not mine no matter how much I wish.
The plot line is mine so please no not take it, or if you are going to do a similar story please e-mail me and let me know. This is my first fan fic so I'm not sure how it will turn out, I felt inspired and I'll do my best to update as much as possible.
Little Meg, all my life that's all I have ever been. Little, small the kind who is never noticed and not likely to accomplish anything in life. No matter how hard I try others still push me back into the shadows, even thought I yearn to be in the spot light. Even the girl I thought was my best friend! I know Christine didn't do it on purpose, between her 'angel' and her love for Raoul I was somehow left behind. The cloud of dust consuming me and leaving me coughing to look up and realize no matter how fast I run I will never catch up. At times I believe it is the involuntary wound inflicted upon a person are the wound that sting the worse. Not to mention the ones that bleed for the longest time, leaving a scare there always to remind you of how you screwed up. As Christine drifted further and further into darkness herself I also found myself falling deeper into the darkness that had always loomed waiting to consume me. But no, not little Meg. Not the small blonde girl who would always be over shadowed by some one. How could it happen to a girl like her? It's too late now… Well shadows here I am…come and get me.