Then The Clock Struck 12

Prologue (Only If...)

Note:

Most of the characters and places mentioned in this story are not real. They are all fictionalized into different types of things my mind created. There is going to be a lot more added to this story, i'm still thinking of ways to introduce the characters in a unique perspective. Enjoy the story so far!

Prologue:

There was an old saying my father used to say to me whenever I felt depressed. He would tell me, "A drowning man will clutch at a straw". I was too young to understand what it meant and by the time I finally did, my father was gone. Never too be seen again. It was something about the way he left that made me wonder. Not one good bye or even one note.

The only thing he left was a saying he knew I would figure out sooner or later. In this case it just had to be later, I wish I could've told him what it meant so I could see the smile on his face and the tears of joy he would've cried.

"A drowning man will clutch a straw." No matter how deep of a mess you're in, there is always a little hope and hope is that straw. When you're desperate enough or in the most impossible situation you could have ever imagined, that straw might be the only way out.

My father must've had a reason for leaving and I wish I had a reason to forgive him for it, but when you wake up one morning and that person that was s'posed to be there to protect you and care for you is gone, you realize that in reality there's no such thing as that happy family everyone longs to have. There was never such thing as hope. It was a creation, us humans created to help us or give us some sort of inspiration when there is absolutely none left.

I never used to be this way. I held onto faith like it was my fathers hand and walked off with enough pride to last through all the years. All that pride, just like my father had gone and vanished into thin air leaving nothing but a swift cruel punch from reality itself.

The nights felt still and calm almost as if there was no storm raging on but deep inside of us we knew this storm was just a crucial part of reality and the war it was bringing. Had I known that my father leaving would be the first part into a war that I was destined to fight, I would've traveled back in time and begged my father to stay. But I was a stray in this world and giving up wasn't just something I had tattooed across my chest, it was something I had lived by. Only if I knew now what journey would depend upon me in the mere future, i wouldn't have believed it, not one bit, but at least I would have been warned about it instead of walking straight into death's house. Only if I knew then what I know now..only if...