Everlasting Love

Prologue-Nameless

This isn't a fairy-tale. I can't guarantee a happy ending. This isn't a story about how the boy gets the girl, and they dance away into the sunset. Real life doesn't work like that, and this is real life. There will be death, lots of death. There will be heartbreak, and betrayal. If your looking for some boy gets the girl, princess romance, you've come to the wrong place. Set this down and never look back. Don't say I didn't warn you.

It's not as if I didn't start out happy. I was born to a loving family. Everything was perfect. Then my mom died. Mysterious illness, autopsy revealed undetected cancer. My dad did the best he could, but we were struggling, money issues. When dad got a, very rich, new lady friend, it seemed everything would be fine.

He married her, and we moved into her house, and now I had an older brother, and a little sister was born shortly after. Everything was going well, my dad's business was on the up again.

My new brother was quietly cruel, not anything big. He was mostly just cold, with and obvious disdain for my baby sister and I. He left her out on day, right after she started crawling, he was supposed to be watching her. I found her giggling at the top of the stairs, and he wasn't anywhere. I would find my books, of which I had many, in odd places. Some I found in the sink, others outside, in the dirt. The worst were the five in the full bath, it took four hours and a hair dryer to save them. Books were something I shared with my mom, and my collection, the majority she had left to me, were my life.

When my dad died, we all grieved, till he was in the ground. Then my stepmother, and stepbrother didn't have the time of day for me. Then one day I woke up to a list taped to my door, it was chores, the staff had been fired, and by the looks of the list, I was to replace them. I didn't get everything done, when the steps got home, and that was my first beating. For a while I thought it was a grief-induced phase, but days turned into weeks, then months. It's been a year now, and I've lost count of the broken bones, missed meals, hospital stays, and lies.

The stepmonsters eventually remembered that my baby sister was blood, and they dote on her, as they should. She is a sweet and adorable girl. I am so glad she takes after my dad. She is the only one that treats me with any kindness, and at five years old she is wise beyond her years. She sneaks food to me when she knows she wont get caught, sometimes she is all that keeps me alive, when the others forget to feed me for to long.

I used to be called Alexandria, but now I am nameless, and this is my story.

Lights Bokan as Alexandria.