Happily

Prologue

- 4 years ago -

Happily. They wanted me to live happily. It really isn't that hard, but the question is, how?

I don't even know if I'm even capable to love, or feel strong emotions, yet alone to be happy.

It's like I'm stuck in this hole with no chance of escaping and be a happy teenager like the others. I'm just an ingénue.

They told me to be happy, but how can I be happy when they aren't here with me anymore? It's like, the whole 'be happy' thing is honestly pointless.

Ever since the accident, I've been starving myself. It was two weeks ago, when they went to pick me up and give them the ransom money so I can go back into their loving arms, guess I was wrong then. The cops arrived a minute too late.

Now they're gone, all because of me, I never should've went to that stupid volleyball game.

I'm Anastasia Taylor, I'm 19 years old, and I live in England right now. For a living, I work at Starbucks' every after school, my boss is honestly complaining that I lack emotions, I really have a hard time expressing them.

Maybe because I'm always engulfed by darkness. Literally.