Invisible

._.Prologue._.

My name is Willow Louise Amens and what I am about to tell you is very important so you need to pay the up most attention. 

You probably won't believe what I am about to tell you but I assure you that it is all completely true. This is not a love story, but it is a story. It's a true one too. This story will be full of many smaller stories, like a tree has leaves, each leaf in this story is true, it is the finest green there is, like small sapphires hanging too far above, gripping for dear life to the branches, the branches I will portray as chapters, it makes sense I guess. Every tree needs branches, like every story needs chapters, or at least something to split it up. The blurb will be the roots, because that is where it all starts, you read the story because of the blurb, just like a tree grows because of the roots. But that's not important.

In short, this is a story. This is a story of my life. I will not tell you of my life before, because to have a life you need to be alive, and before I met him I wasn't alive. I was an empty shell, like one left discarded on the beach, a shell that not even the most desperate crab would crawl into. I was no one. Nothing. He changed me, he made me good.

I don't have much time, I'll be gone soon, and no one will care, why would they? I'm no one again. Just a girl who wears black, just a girl who sits at the back and draws roses in her work books. I am nothing again. Because he's not here. When he was with me I felt complete, like my pitiful life had meaning, it feels like when he leaves, he takes a chunk of me with him, and I just have to wait for him to come back. But he's not coming back, he never will now. I feel empty; hollow. And it's such a long way down, and I think it will hurt, I know it. I think I can hear our song playing, somewhere, but that might just be my head, I started to hear them again...the voices.

I don't have much time. The song shifts suddenly and all I can hear is sirens, they're so loud, banging in my ears like drums, screeching in my mind, the harsh noise pricking my subconscious with pins. I hear a scream but all I can do is wright. I think it's me, but I can't be sure. Maybe it's better this way, maybe it's just my time. Maybe it's because he's gone, he took that last part of me with him, and maybe I can't live without him. Two halves make a whole and all that. Maybe I'm dead, maybe this isn't real. I don't have much time.

Voices are screaming in my head. Sirens are blaring in my ears. Silent pleases are coming from my lips. Tears dripping down my face like a tap breathing its last drop. My hand moving without me knowing it. This is my note, my last goodbye to you, whoever you are.

I want to say I'm not afraid, that all the noise and the pain doesn't bother me. I want to say I don't mind feeling like this. I want to say that I was strong, that I lasted a long time. I want to say I have been strong for too long. I want to say that it was inevitable. I want to say I tried to get help. I want to say I didn't give up. I want to say that I don't mind hating myself. I want to say I didn't stare at a blade for too long, just wondering. I want to say I didn't pick it up. I want to say I didn't create a waterfall of red. I want to say that it didn't look pretty. I want to say that I have time. I want to say that I won’t jump.

But I can't. Because I am afraid, it does bother me, I do mind feeling like this and I sure as hell hate myself. I did pick up the blade and I did drag it across my skin, I changed salty tears for bitter blood.  

This is a story. Because we’re all a story in the end.

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A/N

¡Hola amigos! 

Sup dudes, I know this is a short crappy chapter for all my non existent readers but please don't judge me yet because I promise it will get better and this is my first Wattpad story so yeah... please vote and comment and all that, this might be like a series of books or just a one of book but either way. I made this up so yeah...again please vote so yeah.....YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME AND B-E-A-UTIFUL SO SEE 'YA.