Prologue: The Forgotten Letter'Dear __,
At one point in time, the stars shone so bright for you. They glittered in the sky like diamonds, so hopeful for your future. They guided you beyond your fears and lit the path you should have followed. The stars were your friends, they were the mother you missed out on. But, in the time of an eclipse those stars left you. You had to find your way by yourself, but the eclipse was so jealous of those stars. The eclipse wanted nothing but you to follow her down the path she made you think you WANTED. She deceived you and turned your naïve and hopeless mind against your stars, your mother. She crowded your family and friends in darkness and you stood by her with a smile, thinking it was the best for them and that they should follow you as well. You were deceived. You were deceived the minute that eclipse stole your light. Don't trust her. Don't ever trust her.'
The woman with short, black hair read this letter in such a cursory manner, scoffing at the words printed so elegantly on the paper. The woman lit the cigarette between her lips and took a long drag as she stared suspiciously at the writing. She let the smoke escape her red-tinted lips before she put the burning end of the cigarette to the top left corner of the worn paper. Her green eyes watched as the letter burned. She nonchalantly tossed the burning letter out of the window of her old, black chevy. She took a few minutes to smoke and let off some steam before she exited out of the vehicle. Her tall, slim figure made its way to the front door of an old, wooden cabin. The ravenette breathed in the smell of wet, rotting wood as she made her way through the cabin and to one of the rooms on the right side in the back. Her heels sunk into wood slightly as she walked, but she paid no mind to it. She opened the door to the room she made her way to and sighed, smiling softly at something across the room.
"You were always such a sucker for poetic stories."
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