My recovery may have finally reached the point where I can relax and look back on that night without entering a panic. But it never used to be as simple as that, being able to sanely travel back. At one point my mind would not allow my body to break from the nightmare. Every night I relived those moments and every day I wandered down the school halls a zombie; people noticed a change in me, but never knew the reason.

Maybe that has to due more with the fact that I'm not really "there" anymore. I don't walk with the same presence that I once did. In all honesty, I used to pay attention to things going on around me despite my motto being, "I don't care what people think about me."

But since that one night, however, my whole life has been turned upside down. I'm just glad it's beginning to righten itself, slowly. But in all honesty, maybe it's not.

A/N – This prologue takes place after the main storyline, just to avoid confusion when you read Chapter 1. I wanted to kind of set the mood of the story first, while also introducing the main character's mind set. It foreshadows a lot.

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