Hello everyone! It's been awhile since I've written anything and I'm really excited to be back! I got this idea a few months ago after reading a bunch of other stories and listened to "Fix a Heart" by Demi Lovato over and over again, and after much debate on whether or not I wanted to release this story or not, I finally decided: Yes! Hence the reason you're even reading this!

Some of you may have read some of my previous stories, such a Speak Now, One Year, or The Final Year, and this story is not really going to be like that. It's not quite as fun as those stories were. There's some darker undertones to this story than the previous three.

I won't be posting any songs in the chapters, just because that takes up so much space and I don't want you guys to feel like half of the story are lyrics. If there are chapters that I feel go along with a song, I'll post that for you and you can choose to listen to it while you read it or not.

I won't be having numerous, outrageous plot twists that are completely unrealistic and too dramatic for some, but that doesn't mean there will be NO plot twists.

I won't have chapters (other than the prologue and the first 4 chapters) planned out, so the readers input will be important.

Finally, I will be writing this story alone. I won't be having any co-writers or beta readers. So you'll have to excuse me if I don't update as often as I should or right when I say I'm going to.

Now...without further ado, I present to you, the prologue of Fix a HeartA BubblegumPenguins Production!

How did I get here?

How can I leave this hell hole?

Why did it have to happen to me?

Where were my friends in all of this mess?

A billion questions rushed through my mind as I looked at the frozen body of my father. He was in his best suit, a simple black tuxedo with a simple black tie that had the initials S.T. on the inside. His eyes were closed peacefully, looking as if he was just sleeping, but I knew that beneath that suit would be three wounds where he was shot, trying to protect me.

"Daddy," I whispered so nobody could hear me. There were probably four or five dozen people gathered for his wake, all dressed from head to toe in black for mourning. I looked at myself for a moment, dressed in a black sundress that I had gone out and bought just the day before, black ballet flats and two black bangles covering my left wrist. I reached out and took my father's hand in mine and blinked back the tears that were threatening to smear my extremely dark make-up.

"Mitchie?" a voice said. I quickly let go of my father's hand and turned and saw my only friend from home standing there, watching me with concern in her eyes.

"Hey Sierra," I said, wiping away a stray tear that had broken through the barrier. She gave me a sympathetic smile and pulled me to her. I wrapped my arms around her, clinging to her as if she was my final lifeline. She squeezed me tighter, letting me know that she was there for me. I felt a sob wrack through me and immediately noticed several heads turn my way. I had kept it together for most of the day and I guess everybody had just been waiting for me to crack.

I felt another hand on my back. I pulled away and saw my mother looking at me in concern. I shook my head, assuring her that I would be alright. She then pulled me into a hug which I had desperately needed. My father was gone and now I was unsure of where my life was headed. It was all my fault. If I hadn't…

"Mija, do you need some time?" my mom asked me. I nodded shamefully. I didn't want to leave my father's wake, but I couldn't breathe anymore. Everybody was tip-toeing around me and hoping that I wouldn't cry when they were giving me their condolences.

"Sierra, why don't you get her out of here for awhile," my mother suggested. Sierra nodded and grabbed my hand. Sierra began helping me up the stairs, being careful of my bruises and wound. She guided me into my bedroom where I sat carefully on my bed.

"Are you going to be alright or do you need to…" she trailed off, knowing that now would not be the time to talk me out of my problems.

"I'll be fine. I just can't believe he's really gone," I said. Sierra nodded and looked at my cell phone.

"Where are your friends from camp?" she asked curiously. When I had first gotten back from camp, Sierra had been quite hostile about the thought of me having friends that had so much in common with me, but after awhile she had warmed up to the idea and would ask about them every once in awhile.

"They weren't invited," I said simply. Sierra bit her lip lightly.

"Do they even know?" she asked. I shook my head solemnly.

"Does Shane know?" she asked. I bit my lip and shook my head. He had been calling but I had ignored every one of his calls and texts. I was sure he thought he did or said something wrong, but I didn't have the energy to face him or anybody from camp.

"Mitchie, don't close me out. Don't close your mom out. We're here to help you," Sierra said. I looked up at her and saw the tears in her eyes. My dad had been like an uncle to her, so I understood why she was in tears, but why would she want to help me. It was my fault that he was now dead. Instead of fighting with her about it, I simply nodded my head.

"I know Sierra."

I know that it's pretty short, but it's a prologue for crying out loud! :)

So what do you guys think? Should I continue? Should I scrap this project? I want to know YOUR input! I'm not quite sure when I'm going to post the first chapter. Maybe in a day or two. If I can make it to my goal of reaching 5 reviews, I might even post it tonight. It all depends on how you all react to it.

Alright, I guess I'll be hearing from you all soon. I'm really glad to be back and can't wait to hear your opinions.

Love you all!

Tianna