A/N: This is my first GMW fanfic. This is a Rucas fic, so no negative comments on the ship please. If you aren't a fan of them, you might not be a fan of this story. I've written several chapters already. I just wanted to gauge interest and also allow myself to modify some of the chapters for continuity sake. Please review. I will try to update often. :)

Prologue

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Riley Matthews sighed as she entered her bedroom of 18 years. She threw her purse in the general direction of her desk and flopped on her bed. Without looking up, she reached for one of the many pillows on her bed. Bringing it to her chest, she rolled over on her back and brought it to her face. Then she let a scream out. Frustration. Anger. Hurt. Then the tears started, which quickly became unstoppable as they streamed down her face. She rolled back over on her stomach, smothering herself with the pillow. Her long brown hair cascaded over her face, offering the perfect veil. No one would be able to tell that she was even awake, save for the muffled cries. She stayed that way for hours, it felt like. Her cries slowed, and although the tears still fell, they fell slower. She knew she had a choice now: anger or depression. Up until this point, she had chosen depression. She rolled on her back once more and looked up at the ceiling.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Her brows furrowed as she hurled the pillow towards her bedroom door. Anger. This time, she would try anger to see if she could get a different result. She stood up and went to her desk, turning her computer on. After a few clicks, she found what she was looking for. Music. Music always helped drive her moods, and if she was determined to be angry about this, she would need some motivation to get there. Sure, everyone thought Maya was the creative one, but music? Music ran through Riley's soul. She understood it more than she understood anything else in her topsy-turvy world. And it never let her down like-

"Stop it, Matthews," she hissed to herself. "It's day one. Day one in a new world. No looking back. You knew this would happen."

Drip. Drip. Drip.

She turned and looked at the window. "Well, maybe one more day to wallow. That way I could—no. No, you have to start now." She walked toward her bay window and laid down on the seat, watching the rain slide down the glass. Normally she hated rainy days, but today, it seemed fitting. She sighed. What's one more moment of remembering? One last time to remember how it all happened and how she ended up lying on her window seat, all alone.