1. Prologue

1. Prologue

A Chapter by Pancae

It was a quick end, i made sure that it was. 
A simple knot and a step and I was gone.
At least, that's what the plan was. But I didn't leave, I wasn't 'gone'.
Before I go on with.. whatever this is, because i refuse to call it a story, I must clear something up.
No, im not an attention seeker. No, i didn't kill myself because ' my other half didn't love me '. No, I didn't kill myself because my parents didn't love me.
I done it because I had enough. My parents died in a car accident. It happened on my birthday, I was left at my grandmas house, the only grandma i had left. Before I was born my whole family had this big fight over something - I never found out what it was. My parents left to go to the shops to buy something for my birthday cake, because I managed to pull it down onto the ground. I was 5. My grandma passed away when I was 12.
I was thrown into a foster home. Everything was fine until I turned 13, then they decided to re-name me. I was no longer Michael, now it was Tom. Things got worse  when they decided to home school me. I wasn't allowed out and I lost all of my friends. The social services got involved again and I was put into a different home. Things weren't much different there, either. I went to a public hell that often got miss-called as a school. 
Things got bad. The constant bullying, the nobody to talk to. Nobody would miss me. 
My ' parents ' didn't care. They didn't even look at me. I didn't have friends, I skipped class constantly to avoid the bullies and rarely the teachers even bothered with me. I had nobody, the only one I would be hurting would be myself. And after all, if I died, there was a possibility of me being re-united with my parents, right?

But as I said, I didn't die. My body was useless and I'd never wake up from it, my heart stopped beating but.. I wasn't dead.
In fact, the second I closed my eyes I appeared in a room. A room that, in a way, felt familiar. The Marvel Posters.. The movie posters on the ceiling.. Callum! But.. Why would I be in his room? We haven't spoken since I was 5. Sure, we kept in touch, but only up until I was 12. Why would I co-
I should call him. Maybe his new family will let us meet up? My parents could take him in.. They always liked Michael...
The words came from a mind.. a mind that wasn't my own. Was I.. Was I linked with Callum? But why? And would his family take me in if I was alive? Could.. Could I enter my body again? Surely they haven't found me yet?


© 2015 Pancae


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Added on January 12, 2015
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Pancae
Pancae

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I'm a -insert age here- year old that has many novel/story ideas but doesn't know where to share them. I don't know what to do with my life yet, but know that I enjoy creating different plot lines. more..

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