The Heart That Won't Heal.

ღ The Heart That Won't Heal: Prologue ღ

The moment the news of my sister's death traveled to me it was obvious my life would never be the same. 

At first I was in shock and kept denying the truth. So much denial lead to so much heartache when the truth finally settled in. My heart was left in pieces. It hasn't been glued together again in the four  months that have passed since my sister passed away.

I have become this cruel, cold, and empty creature; numb to every emotion except sorrow and anger. A smile used to be glued on my face- now, that smile is never seen. 

Crying is common for me these days. Every day I have a breakdown- usually at night time, before falling asleep- where once again the realization hits. My sister is gone; the older girl who I spent every moment with and the girl who gave me such good advice about life. She did nothing bad... Ever! She shouldn't have been taken from this world.

The fact that she died instead of really awful people is just so unfair. That is what sparks my frustrated side, my destructive side, my monstrous side.

These past few months I have experienced real anger. Getting enveloped by my angry thoughts I will blackout and just throw massive tantrums. My tantrums include screaming at the top of my lungs and destroying things.

My tantrums are the reason I got expelled from school. They are also the reason I am locked up in my parents Chrysler minivan; moving six hundred and twenty miles away from my parents.

My parents can no longer deal with my outbursts. So they are making me move to my aunt's house. Aunt Lillian just so happens to be the guidance counselor at some high school in a tiny town in Ohio. 

Deep down in my mind, I know this move is good for me. I won't have to worry about getting pitied by people, unless everyone in the school somehow learns about my sister's death.  It is a chance to make friends, new memories, and get away from the memories that haunt me. 

There is no way my heart will go back to how it was months ago, though. It is too broken. No one can heal it. Not even my fancy pants guidance counselor of an aunt.

"Delia," my father's voice sounded from the front of the minivan. "We're at Lillian's house." 

"And the fun begins," I muttered to myself.

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A/N: This is my first Wattpad story! ♥ I hope you enjoy it...I'm quite proud of it, heehee! It is only a prologue sooo... Not very good yet:) Please comment:D