Imaginary -Prologue-

Imagine you’re this woman who was living an ordinary life. Always caring, never hurt anyone in your lifetime. One day while you lie asleep in your bed, you heard a noise coming from within your house.

-Prologue-

It was the start of spring. Rose buds had started to bloom in my garden and the smell of fresh flowers filled the morning air. I've loved this garden for as long as I have been alive. I remember my mother planting the roses. I was barely five; however, I remember it like it was yesterday.

Like many children of that age, I had an imaginary friend. Her name was Emma. And although she was imaginary; she was my only real friend. My opportunities to meet new people were scarce as I was home-schooled. Therefore, I did everything with Emma: from acting out tea parties to playing at being princesses. It was the most fun that I had as a child. The garden was my playground, my castle, and anything I wanted it to be. It was my sanctuary from a lonely childhood.

In the center of the garden is a statue of an angel that was sculpted in my likeness as a little girl. My mother told me that it was my guardian angel and that if I was ever lost it would guide me back to the safety of the garden. Every morning, I sit down on the bench by the angel statue and read some poems by Eliot and Frost.

I was just nine when I lost my parents due to a drunk driver. It was a miracle that I survived. It was on a cold winter's night; there was fresh snow on the pavement. I was with my parents as we were just taking a stroll around town, checking out some Christmas lights. That driver had not seen us for his window was frosted. He sped on that icy road only to lose control. We tried to jump out of the way but it was too late. That driver had struck the three of us. If it wasn't for my parents throwing themselves on me, I would've died with them. From that night on, my aunt was the one who raised me. On the night of my seventeenth birthday, my aunt Marie went to join my parents. She had suffered with leukemia for the last two years. I've been on my own ever since, surviving on the fortunes that my father and my aunt had left me.

Just like the garden, my name is Serenity Rose. I am twenty seven years old. This is the day that I die.

Author's Note

***Imagine you’re this woman who was living an ordinary life. Always caring, never hurt anyone in your lifetime. One day while you lie asleep in your bed, you heard a noise coming from within your house. Could it be your dog knocking stuff over again? That’s when you get out of bed and take a look and see. But what you saw would be the very last thing you’d ever see, will alive anyways. You were just living your own life when your life was stolen from you, for what? What else money. Now you’re dead yet you cannot rest until your killers are found but the thing is, the only one who could see you now is a little girl not an age past five. This is what happened to Serenity, a woman who lost her life over money. Now this little girl is Serenity’s last hope but the thing is, her single father thinks that Serenity is her imaginary friend. What would you do if the only person you must rely on is but a kid, and the only way for your spirit to be at peace is through her?***



This is actually a book that I'm working on but the thing is, I've never written a book before. So I decided to upload what all I have so far and get some help and advice from you guys on trying to make it better.... So that's why I ask, "Is this a good start for a book and is there anything that I should fix or correct with this?

Reviews

[Rose of Gondor]

I CANNOT wait to read the rest, which is a good sign. Your beginning hooked me immediately, and then I read the author's note and I was like: OMG! I need to read more!!!

Already, I'm wondering. Is anyone going to believe the little girl? I like your idea and can already imagine it as a movie (I can basically do that for every story I read....it's scary....)

KEEP GOING!!!!! :)

[Spookers]

I like this. Very discriptive at the beginning.

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Wow... i love how you wrote this, no complaints at all... love this a lot. Very good start and touching... sad.

[Daytonight]

Wow! If this is the beginning can't wait to see the ending!

[JustAnotherGirl]

I absolutely love it. The idea is very creative, and the last scentence draws me in. Keep sending me requests, I cant wait to read more

[Violeta]

Gripping, I love the impact of the last sentence. Reading on!

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

Good prologue so far...
Learned enough info about the main protagonist.

[~Blue Fantasy~]

This is just amazing!! I want to read more!!
Please sit down and write more of this story!!
Can't wait to read it!!!!!!!!!

[Dahlia Phoenix]

The prologue is just sad. If its one thing its another. Almost wants to make me give her a hug. I love the development of this story, of how her childhood was spent and pretending to have an imaginary friend. We all go through that but then we grow out of it.

What made even more depressing was when her parents died and then her aunt being taken away by leukemia. Very sad. I anticipate more.

[emma]

wow. intruiging, and i'm ready for more.

[Brytt]

"Rose buds have started to bloom in my garden and the smell of fresh flowers filled the morning air." - Tense disagreement; change have to had

"When a driver, speeding by lost control on the icy road." - Sentence fragment; attach to neighbor

Overall, much better! You have really improved well.