A/N: Okay guys I know this wasn't what you were looking forward too in any way, shape, or form. I just posted this so that I can tell everyone I'm not dead, and that I'm not giving up on any of my stories. Basically, life has been kicking my ass HARD for the last few years, and I haven't been in a position to write. I hope I haven't let too many of you down, and I'm sorry I had to post this short, hot pile of garbage to let everyone know. It's just so hard to write right now.

A/N 2: I have no idea if I'm going to continue this story, or if I'll be able to. I don't even know what the pairing would be. So I guess if I publish more or not is up to you guys, and if my life can get better enough. Sorry everyone!

Chapter 1 Preview

The second Isabella's eyes opened, she felt a swell of relief. Yes she couldn't move, yes she was surrounded by nothing but darkness, and yes something was pressing on her from all sides...but she was alive. That was all that mattered.

What even happened to her? Isabella tried to remember, but for some reason, no memories would come to her. All she could remember was that whatever happened to her, it was bad. Some buried instinct somewhere inside her was telling her that she shouldn't have survived whatever she went through.

Heh, buried. That's how she felt right now. Not to mention...wait, was she tied up too? How had Isabella not realized this sooner?

Okay, enough. Isabella had to stop thinking about how this happened and what was going on. Instead, she needed to focus on how to get out.

But how was she about to break out of wherever she was without even being able to move?