We Are Forever

Prologue

(Let's see if you can remember the one who says this :D
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Darkness. That's the first thing I remember. It was dark, and it was cold. And I was scared...

She told me she was always be by my side.Told me to stay strong and never give up. But to be honest I doubt she ever really cared. I mean, she was never there for me when I needed her was she? No. But you probably don't know that do you. Heck, you probably don't even know who I am. Well, my name is Elsa Delle, and around here, I'm known as-

"Aw is the witchy sad?" One of the teenagers from the town cooed, running his slim fingers through my hair. Which may I add was muddy and icky, all because some kids thought it would be funny to push me into the mud from the fields I was forced to clean.

"Please just leave me alone." I begged, interlocking my tiny 9 year- old fingers in front of my chest. The boy laughed, shoving me into the wall across from me. I felt my back slam into it, whilst I slid down, biting down on my lower lip to hold back my screams of pain. I saw the boy laugh before he went walking off with a content smile on his face. I took a deep breath, slowly pulling myself up from my place on the ground. Once I was finally standing on my two feet I stumbled my way over to the trashcans. I glanced around, looking for my little box. I found it sitting in a corner, but not in the condition I had left it. Instead, across the top of the box in big letters was the word 'loser', along with a picture of me crying under it. I sighed, deciding to ignore what the mean kids on my block had done, and throwing my box into the trash. I took in a deep breath before hopping inside, closing the tabs once I was in. I was now home.

I grabbed my snowflake blanket my mother had given me when she was alive, wrapping it tightly around myself so I lay in a bundle. I sighed in happiness, feeling as if I had fallen asleep with my mother.

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"If you loved me, you wouldn't have left me behind!"

"I didn't mean to-"

"NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

With that, she ran.

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"AHHHHHH!" I shot up, opening my eyes quickly. I realized how my arms were held out, almost as if I were trying to grab smething.

"Mommy..." I whispered, barely audible. I pulled my legs closely against my chest, feeling the tears come in and fall onto my ripped pants. This was the life I lived. I had the same nightmare each night, and no one around here wanted to help me. The kids thought I was a loser, and the parents thought I was basically broken. But they didn't know that I didn't want to stay broken, I wanted to be fixed.

"Please, can someone just give me a reason to live." I sniffed, tightening the grip I had on my legs. I already knew no one was gonna help me, so why do I even bother.

Oh I know...its because I still have the tiniest bit of hope.

I reached into my tiny backpack that held my important things. Which was basically nothing but a flashlight, a knife, a bottle, and a book. This book in particular though, was one I held dearly to my heart.

"E. Aster Bunnymund." I smiled when I said his name, brushing the dirt from my backpack off of the books hard cover. This was my favorite book. I always felt like I could rely on bunny since he was the guardian of hope. Sure I didn't know what the book said since I was never taught to read, but I can kind of understand the story told by the pitures. And I'm pretty sure H-O-P-E is a word my mother used to repeat to me most when we went through our hardest of times.

"Oh bunny, tell me what to do..." I mumbled, gently kissing the cover of the book. That was when the unthinkable happened.

The book suddenly began glowing, slowly floating up. I shrieked, tossing the book away. Of course it didn't land far from me since my box is pretty small, but it was better than having the death trap in my hands.

"What the?" I bent over, returning the book to my shaky fingers. Out of nowhere, I felt an electrifying shock. "AHHHH!" I screamed out at the top of my lungs, not daring to let the book go. I heard a small voice in my ear whilst it whispered to me, "This is your new power. Your a witch now, just like they say. Learn to use it, and use it well."

And that was when I knew, my life was about to change.

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*casually eats popcorn* So...how's life?

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I think it's gonna be pretty cool!

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Love you my doves! #liv

(Anyone who was never a follower of DreamOn_BeStrong can ignore this.)

Alright and now for what some of you guys have been waiting to hear.

I'm Livia. But ANYTHING you can think of calling me (as long as it's not mean) call me that!
So here's the explanation.

Everyone saw it in my eyes. They all knew I bad lost something I had loved. So I sat down with Livie (my reflection in the mirror) and we had a talk. We spoke about how leaving wattpad might have been the right thing to do in the heat of the moment, but I'd miss dearly the people I left. And I did.

So I refollowed the people I was closest to or could remember the usernames of. We may not be able to rebuild our diamonee/homie nation fully, but I know that eventually we will. :)

Im glad to be back <3