A/N: Hey. This all came to me in a weird dream and I thought it would be a kick ass story. Trust me, it will be longer than this, but I had to get the ground work set. The next chapter for WS is being written and should be done today. Let me know if you guys like the concept of this one. R&R!


I never thought my life would turn out this way. Then again, I was only 17 when all this went down. How sure could I have been about my life when it was just beginning, you know?

I had to be pretty damn unfortunate to meet not one, but two psychopaths before I even graduated high school. To have friends I never thought would betray me. To fall in love with one of the psychopaths and on the last day of my life find out my life was all just a joke to some of them.

Yeah, I know. Not the best life ever, but I can honestly say, aside from that last day, I wouldn't have changed a thing.

You're all probably thinking I've lost my mind. Well, I haven't. Dying gives a kind of perspective you don't have when you know there's going to be a tomorrow.

I suppose by now you're wondering who exactly I am. I'll tell you.

My name is Victoria Christine Vega. Yesterday afternoon, my family and those friends I still have, found out I never have a tomorrow. My life snatched from me by a crazy son of bitch who hated me for no reason other than her own delusions. Yeah, I know who did it, but we'll get to that later on.

This about what I know happened that last day and some things I never wished I found out.

How does all this start?

Well, it was like every other day. I woke up and headed to the shower...

A/N: Here's the prologue. Like I said, more to come. Soon. Until then my ferries.