[A/N] Hi all! Um, so this story was previously known as Lies are Lies, and so is the Truth but then I realized I didn't really have a plot and I had no idea where it would go. So, those who have previously read the parts to that story please keep in mind that I added a few changes, both major and minor ones that propel the story in the direction that I want.
I have now broken up the story into two parts. There's obviously a prologue (this part) and then it goes into a Part I and Part II where Part I is Rayne's life before Jamie and Part II is Rayne's life during and after meeting Jamie. The story is action packed and an emotional rollercoaster from the very beginning, but if you're looking for the romance, that comes in with Jamie in Part II. But you need to know her past before you meet her present self. So please, please, please (I'm begging on my knees :D) read (read again, if already read previous version) from the beginning to understand the plot and the direction Rayne's life is headed. Thanks again for your (assumed) everlasting patience >_<
Ever awaiting fans,
Jinx
Prologue
It was dark outside. She didn’t like the darkness because what ever happened then became her fault. But it wasn’t her fault. It really wasn’t. Not the broken vase, or the fact that they were poor, or the fact that her father had left her mom, who now, was crumpled on the floor, yelling and screaming that it was all her fault. She stood there, motionless, taking it all in, the blame, the hurt, everything. She was used to this. Being five didn’t mean she couldn’t understand. And she understood more than she wanted to. Every time her father got drunk, every time he threw his tantrums and every time he shot out the door, it was like this. Like always, this was a repeat. But unlike always, this was just a bit more than a repeat. He had really left. His stuff had been packed for weeks but today was finally when he had grabbed it and stormed out the door. The little girl looked down at her mom. Taking cautious steps forward she put a hand on her shoulder. Not seconds later, she was across the room, her face stinging and her butt on the floor. Her mom stood over her, yelling at her.
“It’s all your fault! If you just hadn’t been born, it would all have been fine! If we didn’t need to spend money on you we wouldn’t have been poor! He wouldn’t have left me! You idiot! It’s all your fault!!!” her mom yelled.
The little girl remained quiet. She stared into the distance and began tuning her mom out. It was normal. Her mom always blamed her and then later hit her in frustration when she didn’t respond. She didn’t know how to so she kept quiet and just took it all in. Hopefully this would be over soon so she could crawl into her bed and just wait for morning to come again. Light was good. Sunshine meant happy and she wanted to be happy again. Yet for some reason thinking about morning didn’t bring her happiness. For some reason she couldn’t feel anything. Her head felt empty and her heart felt cold. She shivered once. She looked down and didn’t see herself. A motion from the corner of her had her turning and she saw her mom. Hitting her. Her body was on the ground, lying completely still. A bloodied lip stood out against the paleness of her face. She looked down at herself again and realized she wasn’t in her body and stared at the surreal scene before her. And she knew. She was dead.
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A slow, rhythmic beep woke her up. She felt numb but not enough that she couldn’t feel the pain her body was in. She opened her eyes to find herself staring into the pretty silver eyes of a doctor. Smiling, the pretty eyed doctor moved her lips. The little girl blinked, unsure of what the doctor was saying. Her lips moved again, and she realized the question was, “how are you feeling?” She tried smiling and when the pretty eyed doctor nodded, she knew she had understood. Something wet slipped down her cheek and the little girl knew she was crying. The pretty eyed doctor gave her a sad smile.
“You’ll be okay,” the pretty eyed doctor said. “It’ll be okay, I promise” The words echoed, and kept echoing as the little girl slipped back into a deep slumber.
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It wasn’t until months later that she realized that promises were only meant to be broken. And fate would make it so that she would see it happen every day for the rest of her life. She could only beg, “Please, don’t break your promise.” But fate was cruel, and it would only grow crueler.
[A/N] Did you guys notice the silver eyes? Keep that in mind, k? Don't be shy :D Keep reading ;P