Hey guys, I'm back! (Well sort of)

I've started writing another story and I'm a couple of chapters into writing it, though I wont be putting it all up until I've finished because then it'll give you guys better more frequent updates. But I thought I'd put the prologue up and see what you guys think.

So here you go...

Prologue

Despair.

Pain.

Disbelief.

They were the only emotions that I'd felt over the past four months.

Despair for my family.

Pain because they had violently been ripped away from me.

Disbelief because, no matter how many times I saw the events in my head, I still couldn't believe I was in this hell.

How did this happen?

Here I stand in this undefeated, never ending darkness, trying to escape. To find my family. My home. But they were long gone now – to never come back again. How was one mangled, emotionally beaten person expected to carry on in an empty world with no meaning or understanding? How does one survive on a merciless planet with no one to be comforted by, to lean on for support?

How does one live without their life?

My family was my life. Now they're gone.

It's not dawned on me yet. That I'll never see my family again though I know for a fact that it's true. I will never laugh with my sister Amy, or talk about boys with my mother Renee or even watch the baseball with my father Charlie ever again.

Everything I knew and loved has been shredded to pieces right in front of my eyes.

The pain in my heart never weakens and it feels like it never will. For how does someone move on from this? Can someone move on from this? I can feel from day to day how my body starts to give into the ever lasting depression; it's slowly getting defeated by my violently scarred mind.

Don't miss understand me, I do not wish to end my now empty life. That is the one thing that my family would not want. No matter how desperately I wish to see them again, to be surrounded by their love and happiness, I will never get their by suicide. Even if it does mean I must walk through this world alone, maybe this is the way it's suppose to be. Maybe I'm being punished for something – a terrible sin that I have committed. I never was a religious believer but it's eases the pain ever so slightly to think that they are together in a happy, carefree place watching over me.

It hurts to say it, but life must go on and with it so must I. All my life people have been saying to me that "life isn't easy" and no one ever really understands until something disastrous happens to them. It's almost as if life must prove itself to the world by showing pain, anger and destruction.

Everyone has seen in films when a wife looses a husband, a brother looses a sister, a daughter looses a father. But we never really comprehend how much sadness and longing is created when someone special or close to us leaves us. It doesn't even cross our minds of the amount of emotion and energy sucked away from a person when a person is lost, until we live through it ourselves.

My name is Bella Swan and my family was brutally murdered right in front of my eyes by a man called James. At 24 you would think I was too young to die but when their hearts stopped beating, metaphorically, so did mine.

So, sound good?

Just in warning it'll probably take me a while to put up the next chapter as it always takes me a while to write a story, plus I'm planning on making this quite long!