"It all started here folks," The lady of the Channel 10 news team began. I froze cranking up the volume on the T.V. "Sixteen year old Bentley Grace, a student of Garner High School, in the city of our beloved home town Garner, North Carolina, was believed to have committed suicide over three months ago. Investigators believe that this was not a suicide but a mere accident. Students of Garner High School who knew Ms.Grace, said that she was never in a bad mood, always seeming to have a smile on her face, and that this was not like her." "If they only knew the real story.." I whispered aloud. "The cause of her mysterious death has not been released to the public as of now. However we will keep you updated as this story breaks." The lady finished. Not two days after the news of her death did rumors start circulating, false hope given to those who truly needed it. Speculations of students, and parents alike started spreading. The first time I had heard a story was from a whisper on the street. Over seven weeks ago I had received a box with contents I rather not get into right now. At first I had just thought it was a package from some one addressed to my parents, but then I looked closer at the package. It was then that I realized that it was addressed to me, from the Bentley Grace, the late -of two weeks- Bentley Grace. This had to be some kind of sick joke. But soon I would realize, That this was no joke.

Love is not only about togetherness and caring to the one you love but, it is also about willing to sacrifice for the one you love. Charlotte knows how it feels to be broken; that's part of the reason she left London less then a year earlier, that and her writing career. Charlottes never been in a relationship that was real, she was always left with her scars, and a broken heart. After her ex-boyfriend dumped her the last time, he had realized something. She could never be loved by anything or anyone, and nothing would ever change her mind. Or would it? More like would he? *warning may cause triggers*