Since I haven’t gotten much done, I at least owe you guys a little preview of the prologue. Please remember that this is a first draft, so there may be mistakes and some stuff that plain and simply doesn’t make sense. Hope you enjoy ^-^!

Phil rubbed his eyes. He wasn’t able to sleep the night before. Dreams of his sister laying there on the floor in her room, sobbing and cutting herself with a pair of scizors she kept with her school supplies. He could see her blood ooze from her wrists down her arm and drip onto the carpet, as his seven year old self watched helplessly through the slighly cracked door. In his arms he held a teddybear that he received when he was born, which was wet from his own tears. He gathered his courage and took a deep breath, opening the door. He slowly walked up to his sister, now laying with her head on the ground.
“Sis… please hold Teddy… he always makes me feel better… he’ll make you feel better too…” His chocked words were only answered by silence. But that was okay, he thought, she was only sleeping. He knew she needed her rest. He set his teddybear next to his sister and took her limp arm, putting it around the bear. He whispered goodnight, and walked out the door, closing it behind him.
It wasn’t until the next morning that he learned that his sister had bled herself to death before his eyes.

Phil rubbed his eyes. He wasn’t able to sleep the night before. Dreams of his sister laying there on the floor in her room, sobbing and cutting herself with a pair of scizors she kept with her school supplies. He could see her blood ooze from her wrists down her arm and drip onto the carpet, as his seven year old self watched helplessly through the slighly cracked door. In his arms he held a teddybear that he received when he was born, which was wet from his own tears. He gathered his courage and took a deep breath, opening the door. He slowly walked up to his sister, now laying with her head on the ground.

“Sis… please hold Teddy… he always makes me feel better… he’ll make you feel better too…” His chocked words were only answered by silence. But that was okay, he thought, she was only sleeping. He knew she needed her rest. He set his teddybear next to his sister and took her limp arm, putting it around the bear. He whispered goodnight, and walked out the door, closing it behind him.

It wasn’t until the next morning that he learned that his sister had bled herself to death before his eyes.

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