(prologue)

"A Tribute"
And she cried, rivers of tears fell from her eyes
She cried until her heart had bled dry
A thousnad tears for every lie.

Now her crying's done
It ended that day wiht the setting sun
As she left her final not,
this is what she wrote:

"Dear mother I love you.
You were always there.
One of the only two who would care.
and to my only love...
Go on with your life.
Someday you'll find the perfect wife.
And I'm sorry this hurts you two.
That's something I never wanted to do.
But they've taken everything away.
And I can't go on another day.
To all those who just sat and watched...
You helped them take my life...
You helped them force me to this knife.
Maybe you'll care when I die."

As she slid the knif across her wrist.
She uttered one final wish.

"I hope I'm the last one.
The last one to paint blood red the setting sun.
I hope they never do this to any one"

And she laid there dead on the floor.
Her crying was done forever more.
Never again will a tear grace her cheek.
Never again will they make her feel weak.

And thier crying's just begun.
Family and friends mourning will never be done.

And they've cried, rivers of tears fell from their eyes.
Their eyes will never again be dry.
Thousands of tears because she died.

That was my story.The story of a girl who once loved her life, but was forced to end it... a girl who had every bit of pride, every bit of joy ripped away. But to understand why I did what I did... Why I took the coward's way out... Why I commited suicide... You'd have to endure what I endured, Feel the hell I went through, live it all through my eyes. Here's your chance.
This is my story...

CHAPTER 1
I laid there... dieing... I could feel the liquid life draining from my veins. I knew that it was past the point of no return... that I had lost too much blood... I knew that by the time any one found me it would be too late... I was dieing and i was glad.
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That is not all there was... To understand my death you must understand my last few months of life. I was once happy, was once a dreamer... but all that was lost to sorrow and nightmares.
The words "peace" "hope" and "solace" all becam phantom memories at the hands of those vicious sirens. Their vioces, everything down to their very names beagn to terrify me. And all the while I was trying to understand their hatred... the reason they seemed to be trying to make my life unbarrable.



I havent been able to write more yet but... it's a work in progress.

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