prologue

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when michael committed a crime, possibly the worst thing he could do, he was so angry with himself. he wanted nothing more than to jump of a cliff, hopefully fall into darkness so he wouldn't have to wake up and face another day, thinking about the person he killed. he hated waking up, each day felt like it got harder and harder; and he would soon break. he wasn't coping very well, and thats why his mother decided he needed therapy. he refused to go for months, until he finally decided she was right. his life was a mess, his mind was in tiny fragments, and nothing could fix all the little pieces back together. even superglue wasn't strong enough to hold michael together. he needed someone, someone special, just like savannah.

savannah was a girl, from a tough background. she grew up not really having many friends, her parents split from birth and she had no siblings to grow up with. she hated school, quitting when she was fifteen, and spent everyday with a boy, she now hated. they would smoke, drink alcohol, and often go to parties. however, she became addicted. nothing could stop her inhaling the strong taste of smoke, and no one would dare pull the fag from her mouth. her father, became very worried on her behalf, and decided she needed to go to rehab. her bad habit, had become a serious addiction. she needed help, and never thought anyone would stop her from killing her insides until, michael came along.

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