I am empty. I roam the halls, receiving stares by day and by night. I know too much, more than a normal human being. Is it wrong to not be normal? Is it wrong to know every creatures darkest secrets, know whenever they lie, and whenever they feel happy or mellow? I know everyone's secrets, yet, I'm the one creature I don't understand the most.

If you're still reading this, you should know I never speak. Whatever is the point of such a feature? I don't understand. I watch them, you know, and most of the time, speaking words and forming them into sentences, lead to punishment and dark, cold, empty-like glares. It's best that I don't speak, right, reader?

I have an odd love for black cats. Though this is random to put in, I want to establish this. I love how mysterious they can be, and how dark their coat is. Though many creatures think that black cats are filled with bad luck, I believe quite the opposite. Sadly, no matter how much one tries to state this fact, creatures' opinion remain the same. In many ways, I am a black cat...

Sitting in my room is tiresome, that I know. All I do is stare outside my single window, watching the outside world. Right now, it's twilight. My favorite time of day is twilight. It's so beautiful, full of hope. Though deep inside, I know I don't have any, I think...

My room is simple. Gray stones all around me, along with a hard cool bed with white sheets. My clothes basically form into a blanket, covering me from the outside's wind. It may be cool and slightly comforting, I wish I could feel some heat in my room... Beside the bed, I have a small wooden desk, which is two feet left to right, and one foot up and down. The desk is where I usually admire the outside's creations. Although the wood is all scratchy and is the reason for some of the cuts along my arm, I adore it so. That's all I have inside my cage...

If I forgot to mention, my name is, well, I forgot long ago. I don't remember my name, though I was given a new one. My new name is Ghost Lonely. Creatures who know about me just call me... The Lonely, for that is what I am...

01paige01: I know this chapter is short and slightly depressing, it's my first story here, so please don't be too harsh about it! The other main reason why it's so short is because it's a prologue. If you guys really want my to continue this story and tell more about Ghost, the Lonely, then please review and tell me so yourself. Just do you guys know, this story WILL have a happy ending, though will make you very sad in-between. 'Til then,