Author's Note: You know, prologues may be short, but they are most definitely the hardest part to write. That's WHY they're so short. Because if you make them long, they lose their meaning. But anyway, I hope this one turned out decent. I honestly did try to make it longer. But when I did make it longer, I killed the whole concept of making a prologue in the first place. So yeah. Thanks for reading. :)

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I should've never had woken up that morning.

I knew something was wrong, I could feel it so clearly. My eyes were wide the moment I opened them; my veins were flowing with ice-cold blood making me shiver all day; my muscles pumping, ready to run at any moment if they needed to. Maybe if I did run, it wouldn't have happened. Well, in all honesty, it would've happened either way. It was fate for it to happen.

But running… It wouldn't have affected so many people. Sure, my parents would've been worried, and they'd still search for me, anyway. They'd get the police involved, and everything. But it all would've been so much better. They could've came to the conclusion that I ran away (which I would've been doing, I guess). But they couldn't say that after how I disappeared. Because, bluntly, no one runs away in a 150.00 prom dress. Not even people who didn't have to pay for it.

If only I truly did know what was going to happen on the evening of May 23rd. If only I hadn't gotten so blind, and disgusting, and repulsive. If only I paid more attention to everything around me, and never let my guard down, like I taught myself not to when I was a child. How could I have truly been so careless? It was illogical, and just extremely stupid.

It's all too late, now, though. Time travel has yet to exist, and it's therefore impossible to go back and fix everything before it happened. The victims of the events can only… Deal. That's not even the worst of it, though.

The worst part is we'll never be able to tell if it happens again. And there's no way we can stop it, if it does.