Prologue

Warning: This chapter contains a bit of depressing/suicidal/death content, if this makes you uncomfortable, you do not read.

It was a peaceful night, as the moon gleamed, with little to no clouds to be seen in the sky. As light tapping sounds could be heard in a mansion, from the light breeze of the wind.

All was quiet in the mansion, and little light could be seen, but soon came a loud crash, breaking the silence.

In a room, far from others a small glimmer of light could be seen peeking through the crack of the door.

*thud*

Following the loud crash, was a soft sound of a pillow being thrown.

And there inside was a young beautiful women, kneeling upon the glass of a frame she had just broken.

The picture had to young happy girls, except one's face was crossed out.

One of the girls could be made out to resemble the young women kneeling on the floor. One could not tell this women was a beauty, as her once lucious hair, had become greasy and messy, and her once lovely face had become pale.

Her eyes, once lively, had become devoid of emotions, and if one looked closely, could see a glimmer of insanity.

The girl who's face was crossed out, could be known as her step sister, the one she believes had betrayed her, along with her step mother.

The young women barely moves as she notices a slip of paper that had fallen from her pillow case. Slowly she crawls over, as her knees and hands had started to bleed from the glass shards laying on the floor.

This women's room, apart from the broken objects and thrown items, would have appeared to be quite nice. The room was large with a bed that could fit four people, a small desk next to it, and a large closet. But that wasn't all, sadly one could see a part of a high quality bedding sheet that had been teared apart, and formed a noose, hanging from one of the tall post part of the bed's frame.

After a few minutes, the women could be seen sobbing as she read what was on the slip of paper, as she quietly whispered.

'I'm sorry'

She then got up on her feet and made way to her bed frame, as she closes her eyes, thinking of everything that had happened to her, and takes her final breath.