7 Days

Prologue

  I remember everything. Being pushed into the light. My mother singing soft lullabies in the dead of night. I remember every word. I sing softly under my breath, but I know that my voice will never be heard. For I have no one. And that should be absurd. For my life was changed, for better or for worse, on the sixteenth of June, by ten words spoken, from my best friend's mouth, the one I had trusted, now making me say it out. There is no way, to tell what happened that day, to show you is the only way. I remember like it was yesterday, because it was, but for now our story begins on the sixteenth of June...