The Pieces

Prolouge

I promise- I swear- that it gets less depressing. Please continue on reading, and don't judge the book by its prologue. Also, a couple chapters into the book the point of view switches to first person.
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Skye Adams shifted in her seat in the dreary hospital waiting room. She just sat and stared at the clock as the seconds whizzed by. The saying 'The clock doesn't tick when you look at it' was a completely false statement at that moment.

People in the emergency ward gave her odd looks. Her skin was pale and covered in scratches, her bottom lip was busted open, she had bandages wrapped around her bruised and battered arms, and gauze hugged her fingers with a death grip.

Despite the pain that was swimming around her skin, all she could focus on was the emergency room door, and the clock directly above it. Seconds transformed into minutes, and minutes morphed into hours, but the little blue door remained closed. People bustled around hurriedly, but she paid them no mind whatsoever.

All of the sudden, an old man with wrinkled and leathery skin flew out of the door in tattered and bloodied scrubs. The blood was smeared all over the bottom portion of his shirt, and splattered on the top half of his trousers.

That was Edward's blood.

The doctor didn't even have the decency to change out of his dirty scrubs before delivering the grim news of death.

"My condolences, Miss Adams." The doctor began monotonously. His voice didn't hold a trace of sympathy, or any emotion at all, to be precise. "Edward Adams passed away at 12:26 AM, on October 24." The doctor droned on about paperwork, so that she couldn't sue the hospital for Edward's death.

Skye just tuned all sound out as the same thoughts haunted her mind. 'This is your fault. You did this. You are a murderer.' She couldn't sue the hospital for killing him, because it was her entire fault. She couldn't think about anything else but those three, horrifying, but true, thoughts.

Her face became white as a sheet of paper, and was soon stained by large masses of tears, and held in her delicate and bandaged hands. She wanted to leave, to get away from the crowd of absolute strangers who were trying to comfort her. She knew that they were only attempting to make her feel better, but she shoved them away as she ran into her late brother's hospital room.

Skye wailed out in agony as she saw her lifeless brother laying on a bed, dead. She was trembling and shaking, crying profusely, and being hauled away by a muscular man. He sat down and pulled her into his lap. He began stroking her hair and whispering "It will be okay."

But she knew it wouldn't. Even if Steven was telling her that, she wouldn't believe it. "Steven, no matter how many times you tell me that, it won't make any difference. It'll still be my fault." She shakily informed him.

Steven looked at Skye worriedly, because if her best friend tried to comfort her, and it didn't work, then not much could help.

Skye drifted off into deep sleep, leaving about twenty people to start contacting her and Edward's parents.

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