PROLOGUE
“There are edges around the black and every now and then a flash of colour streaks out of the grey. But I can never really grasp any of the slivers of memories that emerge.”
― Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
5 years ago, I had a perfect life. However, one person turned it upside down, all for the sake of another. Sometimes I wonder how they got away with it. But karma is a Bitch, and It will always come back to bite you in that pretty little ass. That’s how my story ends. But it’s not a good idea to start when something finishes. I don’t do Benjamin Button. So let’s rewind this nightmare, and press play where it all began… Surprise, California

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Teen FictionAnnabelle and Jace are a happily formed couple. Go to highschool, get good grades, cute dates, popular.... all untill Annabelle is inflicted in a horribal tradgedy. Jace is a suspect. Annabelle is serverly injured, and has to go to an asylum, which...