Prolouge

Prologue

        “What's the difference between a king and the horse he rides?”

 

B. Before, Bold, Break, Busted, Bashed, Back, Bleak, Bent, Ect.

 

“Don't look at me like that.” I muttered, my brown eyes glancing up at him. “Ben, please.”

Benjamin “Ben” Anderson sighed running a hand through his orange fiery red hair. His hazel brown eyes clouded with confusion. The once so playful grin was now gone. Possibly forever.

“Why?” He asked me, concerned. “Why'd you do it?”

I felt the tears brim as I struggled for words. 

“I don't know...” I choked. 

“Your going to kill yourself if you keep this up,” He whispered, sitting beside me on the lavender couch.

“I'm sorry Ben...” I sobbed. 

“Get help. Promise me you'll get help.” He said kissing my forehead. “Please Diana.”

I could only stare at him. Get help...the words sounded so dark and forbidding to me.

“I'll let you think about it, but, I want an answer by sundown tomorrow, okay?” I watch him get up and leave.

Tomorrow...

Such a foul sounding word.

How...did this all happen?

 

I looked down at the piece of paper folded in my hands. It was a note; an entry to my life; a mistake.

I opened back up and read the words again and again, feeling the lovely anger boil up.

 

“Ben,

we need to talk."

 

Why'd I have to tell him?! 

 

 

“What's the difference between a king and the horse he rides?”

 

Author's Note

X.X I screwed up on this! So I went back and fixed it...somewhat.

Reviews

[VeCeWallace]

Hey, this is good. I like the way you played it all out.

[MediocreMemory]

It's well written. Definitely makes you wonder what exactly happened, implying it was something bad.