Hide Your Love Away
By Hoshi Nagaiki
A/N: Like most prologues, this one is much shorter than the actual chapters will be. It also contains some important information (i.e. lengthy-ish paragraphs) so I don't have to explain so much when the actual story begins. :P Enjoy!
Prologue
She's Leaving Home
Her death unknowingly began on a frosty February night in London.
She had only just arrived in the English city on the first of January, yet she had already developed weariness towards the dull, grey weather. It seeped into the marrows of her bones and built a den within her skin. Her pale blonde hair flattened to her skull, and her once dancing brown eyes strolled with suffocating shades of gray.
She yearned for her homeland of New Jersey. At least, there she didn't notice the coldness or the emptiness. There, she had had friends to engross her life and fill it with drama. She loved them for that, but when the opportunity had arisen at her school to transfer to a fancy London prep school, she had thought nothing of those friends and only of the adventures studying abroad would bring.
She'd live with her twenty two year old sister and now that they had aged some, she had dreamed that they'd have the mature relationship a seven years age difference had never allowed. However, in another continent, their dormant sisterhood only seemed more alight than ever before. With no distractions of friends or parents, she felt as if the spotlight shone solely on them and their failing relationship. Oh, the cold!
After a month and three weeks of bundling ten layers of cloth across her bosom and gazing sorrowfully at the formidable mass of floating coals, she claimed that London and its freezing temperament would be the death of her.
She was wrong.
Her death was not the result of her situation but her attempts to escape it.
On February 25, 1964, the night she attempted to spread her wings, she escaped—no, her sister didn't care enough for it to be considered an escape—she left the flat she shared with her sister. Consciously, she did not mean to die; she did not mean to kill herself and all that her life could have been. But, how could she refuse him? She was bored, lonely, and had the foolish mind of a teenager, and he— he was a Beatle.
A/N: Okay, so this is just a test run to see how many people are interested. I have the story completely planned out, and I want to know if I should continue to write it. What do you guys think? Are you, at least, a bit interested? Please tell me in a review! :D