6 Feet Under

Prologue

It was consuming.

What he made me feel was unlike anything else and maybe that was what made me fall so blindly. I thought my eyes were open as I fell but now I know that they had been closed. Maybe it was a reflex that my stupid heart made my brain do so that I wouldn't see his face when he caught me. Maybe it was my stupid heart that made me see the crazy obsession in his eyes as love. Or maybe, it was just my 14 year old brain seeing the delusion of "first love". Maybe that had been his plan.

Maybe... Maybe... Maybe...

Maybe it could have all been avoided if I had stayed away from him that night. Maybe if I hadn't gone to that party that was strictly restricted to 18 and older; if I had just stayed home and watched movies with my mom. I could have avoided all of this. All of this pain and all of the scars both physically and emotionally. If I hadn't been so foolishly naive I wouldn't be who I was now and I'm not entirely sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

But see the thing is I did go to that party and I didn't stay away from him. I had been so intrigued by his rugged looks, his handsome face, the way he seemed to look at me when no one else did but most importantly his eyes. Those amber gold eyes that held me captive way before he ever did. Maybe if I had just paid more attention, if I had just done more of anything that didn't involve him, everything could have been avoided. But now, I'll never know.