Shadows Under My Skin.


Summary: This is a story that is truly a case of: if you love him, set him free. If it was meant to be, he will return straight back to you- so is this fate or misfortune? And why did 'fate' wait 5 years to bring him back- as a rockstar no less?

Disclaimer: I do not- in any way- take credit for the song: 'Taking over me' by Evanescence; all quoted lyrics in this passage are from the aforementioned song.

"You don't remember me, but I remember you…"

My thoughts run dry as I contemplate this mess; where to begin?

"I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you."

Perhaps it would be wise to start with the moment we met- this is a love story after all…

"But who can decide what they dream?"

It was all so perfect, reached across the isle between our desks and whispered (seductively), "Can I borrow a pen?"

He was instantly won over by my charm- before I had even opened my mouth, might I add-

His response was a wide and friendly smile; his demeanour was much of the same. His knees pointed in my direction as he gently leaned towards me and politely handed me a blue biro.

"I love you." He whispered...

"And dream, I do…"

Is it obvious that that was a total and utter lie?

Because it was.

I mean, come on! Does that really seem realistic at all?

Because this is what really happened:

It was my first day at a new high school and I was freezing my ass off- still wearing the clothes from my evening out, the night before -
which, were more suited for a hot summers day at the beach than the cold winter's day I was currently facing- not to mention the terrible hangover I was nursing.

I was practically blue from cold and my head felt like someone had stuck it in the compressor.

I was nervous as hell and I just had this really bad feeling…

Twisted fate would have me assigned to sit right next to him- we were alphabetically connected!

He was so gorgeous that I felt apprehension hit me full speed; I nearly fell over I was so nervous.

Stumbling, I found my seat and this was the part where I realised I hadn't anything to write with.

So, I timidly leaned over to ask if I could borrow a pen.

But, before I could get a word out, he glared and me and said something to the degree of, "don't even think about talking to me."

I was shell shocked; what a jerk he was!

"I believe in you, I'll give up everything just to find you…"

But that was just a façade and- predictably- he won me over in the end, he was so charming (and I was gushing) and we just fitted, we really did.

"I have to be with you, to live to breathe, you're taking over me."

We had fun, actually I can't think of a time when I was happier then the time we shared.

Or a time duller, sadder, and more boring- like the life I lead now- then those times without him.

"Have you forgotten all I know, and all we had?"

And really, it was my fault we weren't together anymore, something as ironic as that is enough to kill me at times.

So, there were other factors too- it wasn't my entire fault- but most of which hurts too much to talk about.

I left him, and I left without saying goodbye.

I had my reasons…

"You saw me mourning my love for you and touched my hand; I knew you loved me then."

He had tried to help me, but it wasn't enough. I needed to get away,

"I believe in you, I'll give up everything just to find you, I have to be with you to live, to breathe- you're taking over me."

But, that was five years ago…

Now he's someone else, he's not the man I fell in love with, yet he is. He's just a rockstar- an extremely famous one at that.

And me? I'm nothing… nothing at all.

"I look in the mirror and see your face If I look deep enough, so many things inside that are just like you are taking over."


Admittedly this is short, as is the nature of most prologues (at least of mine). I feel that it is important to begin the story knowing this information though.

I promise it'll get longer!

I'll also admit that i'm dubious about this prologue, if you have any suggestions on structure- or any constructive criticism at all- it'd be greatly appreciated!

Thanks, Cleverlines.