Dream a little Dream of Me...

Prologue

Death—I wasn't expecting it to come so quickly...

And Pain—it didn't feel as terrible as it should be.

It took me sixteen of existence to realize that life isn't a bowl of cherries as they make up to be. There are no fairytales and no happy endings.

For me, Life hadn't exaclty been a roller coaster joy ride. And as far as I've known there weren't really any ups or downs—Or I guess none because I never rode at all.

I was brought up to a world where children are no different to string puppets with their parents as their puppeteers. Their parents have them tied up to their hands and in just a single snap of their fingers could send them running about in screams in just a second.

My past life had been nothing but void and empty.

I had no one to care for, and in return no one to care for me.

And I had been confined under the cold stone walls of the mansion for as long as I can remember... But then again, there isn't much memory I could talk of, since the only ones I had were mostly staring out to the glass window of my bedroom, watching the birds as they fly up in the sky.

My life had long ago been planned even before I was born.

From the food I eat, the clothes I wear, the things I learn, the things that I like and the things that I don't, the people I make friends of and the people I consider as my enemy, down to the person I love and the person I'll marry.

Everything had been perfectly arranged, and all is coming according to plan.

But I guess they've forgotten to plan one more thing...

And that was: My death.

On the night my mother came to announce my upcoming engagement to Leonard Cole, a tragedy came to me.

I remember running away from my beloved home and into the streets. I wasn't much familiarized with my surroundings, seeming as I've never really gotten a chance to go out. I was halfway across the other side of the road. I could hear the guards my parents had sent to chase after me. Their voices shouting behind me from a far distance. For a second there, I was filled with hope. 

I did it. I ran away. 

With joy, I ran happily---freely towards my freedom.

I was going to make it.

I was almost there.

Almost.

There was a bright blinding light that came up to me.

I heard a shout from the other side of the road. "Get out of there!" it said. But I found out that my feet were stuck to the ground.

I couldn't will them to move and my body was terribly shaking.

In fear, I just closed my eyes and waited for the blow.

I could hear the engine honking at me as it comes in a quick pace.

It was then that I knew it was already too late...

Tears brimmed from my eyes and I thought one last goodbye to my parents in silence.

This wasn't how I imagined bidding them...

It was supposed to be...sad.

Right now I feel nothing but empty.

This isn't how things were supposed to go...

The impact came so hard that it sent me flying to the right side of the road.

The last thing I saw was a puddle of my own blood, staining the ground.