Worth the Fight Prologue

Prologue

I hate feeling like this

I'm so tired of trying to fight this

I'm asleep and all I dream of

Is waking to you

Tell me that you will listen

-Comatose -Skillet

No one ever listens to me. You would think that in all of my seventeen years of life, someone would have actually taken the time to sit and listen to me. For some, yes, but not in my case.

I was full of nonsense; my head filled with pointless dreams and aspirations. I was constantly told that nothing I said or did would ever amount to anything.

That's what every seventeen year old girl wanted to hear right?

I've always wanted to do something with my life that held a strong purpose; even if it was only for one miniscule moment.

As a little girl, I'd dreamed of becoming a princess; you know the works: the fancy gowns, a huge castle, countless balls, and my very own prince charming. I would feed the poor, donate my money to charities, play with the kids of the town ,and be loved by everyone, sleeping soundly at night with a smile upon my face, knowing that I would get to do it all again the next day. I

t was every little girl's dream; her own personal fantasy.

And don't all fairytales have a happy ending?

No? Yes?

Taylor Swift even made a song out of it. Any replies?

I didn't think so.

I used to think that everything that happened in life was a fairytale.

It was all a big wonderful dream full of happiness, where there was no crime, no violence, no shame or hate, just love and hope.

It was all just utter bullshit.

Because of this, I pretty much saw things in black and white; the good and the bad, or the hot and cold. I eventually became so blind that I couldn't see what was actually going on right before my very own eyes, until everything was taken away from me.

Just short of three months ago, when I turned seventeen, I got the shock of my life and I finally began to see things in color.

I soon realized that life seemed to be one big lie;that love was pointless.

The world was deemed horrible; a tactless, dreadful place where hate conquered over love ,violence and crime ruled over the streets, everyone bared shame, and everyone realized that there was no point to even believe in hope.

This was how I saw the world through my eyes ,where by protecting a secret I killed my parents.

I'm Isabella Marie Swan, age seventeen and this is my story of how I killed my parents, the reason I decided to kill myself and the people who tried to save me.

I hate living without you
Dead wrong to ever doubt you
But my demons lay in waiting
Tempting me away