Whoever came up with the saying "Silence is golden" obviously never suffered through it. Silence is a deafening roar of nothing...perhaps that doesn't permit an understanding, but silence isn't "golden". It more resembles a sense of defeat. You think more...

Okay, I'm straying far off the subject. What I'm saying is that I want to tell you--whoever you are --my story. The story of me. It doesn't sound like much, but I've got to let it out. So much pain, mystery, and angst bottled up for seventeen years finally being released...I guess you could say that it is the basis for many of my stories. Or atleast, it might give you an insight as to why they all contain suspense, bloodshed, or mystery in every threaded word.

My life is everything but ordinary. I can't even comprehend a life that IS ordinary. It's just at the grasping tips of my imagination, but I will never reach for it...It might kill me to know how destroyed my own life is compared to it...

Remember, I need to get this out of me...I'm sorry if it runs out of order. I think I should let you first know my name. Katherine. My real name is just that. Boring, isn't it? Yet, it does contain alot of history to that name. My history and everyone before me. Maybe, it's just cursed...

Oh, by the way. I will be changing the names of everyone else. You know, "protect the innocents involved" rule. Like there are real innocents in this story...It begins in the next entry.