Prologue

Depression. A deep dark hole in which I can't claw my way out. I've tried every method. I sat in the pit harboring bottles of antidepressants and swallowed them whole, as if they were candies. I took a razor against my wrists as if I were my own worst enemy and all I wanted was for myself to disappear. The pit became a full bathtub once. I tried to drown myself in it. But I couldn't. I was too weak to kill myself, to free myself from this pit. Mama and papa were never there to help me. No boys looked my way. Every girl in school made fun of me. The teachers saw the cuts on my wrist and tried to restrain me and take me to the nurse. They all thought I was a pariah. They all hurt me…nobody was there for me. My apartment was lonely and all I ever heard were the voices telling me I wasn't good enough. I was ugly. I was stupid.

And then I died.

And woke up in the arms of a pink haired girl. Her hair smelled like ripe strawberries and her breaths were soft against my chin. She was…naked. As she breathed her large breasts pressed against my small breasts. Wait…I'm naked too? Our nipples are rubbing together and I feel a wetness between my legs. Did we…really do that? I-is she the one? The one who will save me? I press my lips against hers. Yes…this warmth…this beautiful warmth that spreads through my body…she is the one.

And then I wake up in that pit again and cry out for that pink haired beauty.