Ace Stitches: The girl behind the scars.

Prologue: The Fire

   It all started on the night before my twelfth birthday. There a electrical fire that started in the basement. This of course sent my father into a frenzy to try and save my mother and I. I awoke from a nightmare, the same one that I've had since I turned nine years old. I look around my small room and notice smoke coming from under my bedroom door, I automatically go to my window. I look down and see a boy about maybe a year or two older than me. He was moving his hand, like he wanted me to come out to him. So, I opened my window, and started to climb out onto the vine that ran up passed my window, which was on the second floor. As I started to climb down the vine, my foot missed a part of the side of my house and I lost my grip, which resulted in me falling the rest of the way down to the ground. I messed up my left arm up to my shoulder, it was torn up badly and was bleeding heavily. I look up to see that the boy was kneeling beside me. He had curly brown hair, really pale skin, and he had ace bandages on both of his arms up to his elbows. That's all that i saw before he gently placed his hand on my cheek, I blacked out.