❝1:39 AM

I woke up in the dead of the night, a tremor chilling down my spine, like iced water trickling down my back. Exactly like that old saying that someone walked on your grave. I immediately felt something was wrong.

I wasn't sure at first. I remember briefly the sound of my heart thumping in my ears, sounding like a bass drum in my throat. 

I almost closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep. Almost. 

Because before I could, the sound of a phone ringing and blood-curdling screaming from next door heightened my senses, making me slowly lose my mind.

I recall my eyes widening and my hands going slack, petrified with fear. Because if I wasn't mistaken, those voices were from my parents.

I heard my father's voice, Hades di Angelo, through the door, and couldn't refrain myself from pressing my ear against the wall, trying to make out the indistinct noises coming from the speaker.

My dad. He sounded so... defeated. I swallowed, wondering what in the name of the gods had happened.

I wish it never happened.

That night. It was probably the worst I ever had.

It hadn't helped that my stepmother Persephone was silently sobbing, whimpers escaping her lips as the voice from the phone was becoming more distinct now.

"I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. di Angelo, but it's confirmed. Your daughter Bianca has passed away, along with another teenager called Zoë Nightshade. It appears to be a car accident. Another car has collided with their's. Please come right away. You have been listed as an emergency contact."

The police officer then proceeded to drawl out in his monotone voice the address of the accident, but after hearing the first part, I wished I had never.

I couldn't believe it.

The truth of it was beginning to sink in, but panic took hold of me first.

My breathing increased in speed and my vision was becoming blurry because of tears and my room was out of focus and I can still remember her laugh and I heard the front door slam shut and the car starting and my hands are shaking and the only thing I can think of is her freckled face, her obsidian eyes, her dark hair and her sisterly smile, the ghost of her last one still etched upon her lips.

And

I

Can't

Breathe.❞

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hey guys, here's the prologue.
i'm trying to plan each chapter carefully to make this story more comprehensible.
hope you're safe and okay.

- deniiial