A / N : So this is my attempt to turn my one-shot into a multi-chapter story.

I must remind you that these chapters are not beta-ed. Try to forgive any mistakes, since English is not my mother language.

PLEASE, REVIEW!

Disclaimer: I own only the plot of the story. The names of the characters belong to S.M.

PROLOGUE - Alice

2008

APOV

Today is that day of the year again. My birthday…

I really want to scream.

I want to scream so loud that the whole damned campus can hear me.

And I want to yell at Him, to ask Him one simple question. One question that has haunted me since the day I was born. And every time I ask, I demand for an answer.

He never answers me. He will never answer this particular question.

After all, He is God Almighty. He answers to no one. We obey blindly to his commands, no questions asked.

Don't get me wrong. I am usually a religious person. I do believe in God. Just not this particular day of the year.

I guess you are confused now, aren't you? Hm, I better explain myself a little better.

My name is Alice Brandon. I am 20 years old, in my second year at the Dartmouth Medical School. I am rather short and tiny, barely four feet ten, with spiky black hair and grey eyes.

Usually I am a happy and cheerful girl, always trying to look at the bright side of everything, even my situation; but not today. Today I am angry as hell with Him. I am angry because He never answers to the simple question I keep shouting at Him.

WHY? WHY? WHY, DEAR GOD? Tell me why You are punishing me this way? What have I done to offend You? Why have You bestowed this curse on me? Why have You given me life, if I have to suffer like this?

Please, God, please answer me….why You had to take part of me away? My self-esteem? My dignity?

Hot tears are running down my face, and I cry so hard that I can't scream any more. It is no use, anyway. God won't talk to me.

I shake my head dejectedly. I am hopeless, pathetic. Who do you think you are, I scold myself, to demand from God?

"You are an insignificant human girl. This is your life, deal with it," I mutter, and let my tears fall until I run out.

After I exhausted myself crying, I moved towards my desk to work on my term papers, passing a long mirror. I got a glimpse of me in the mirror and I froze. There I was, my half self, mocking me, taunting me from my wheelchair; my companion for as long as I could remember.

Nobody cares about you, nobody loves you, the harsh voice echoed inside my head. Nobody will miss you if you just die, Alice.

Death…I want it. God, I can't stand this, I don't want this life anymore. "Dying is easy, life is hard" I whispered. I want the easy way out then.

I let my head fall into my hands, elbows resting on my thighs. I glanced at my legs, resting limply from disuse on the footstool. Once again, I realized the dead-end my life had been since day one. Since the day I was born….