Hello to the new and the old readers of my story "Tears Fell into the Ocean."

I am in the process of rewriting the story. It is completely different to the original which I had removed from this website. Unfortunately I have recently lost the file for it, which is a huge bummer but now I get to rewrite it.

This time it's the whole truth, the original version had been watered down, showing only portions of the truth. But I have grown now and I've experience life in so many different ways which will be portrayed in this story. This time I will not be holding back in my writing. I will try and upload chapters when I can.

In the mean time I hope you enjoy the story and the upcoming chapters.

If you ever have any questions my inbox will be available to you.

Please take the time to review, each one means the world to me.

*Rated M for themes such as binge drinking, self harm and smoking*

Brooke.

Prologue:

I'm so used to being used, and once they are done they will throw me away and not look back. But that's okay, because I'm used to that.

And, on the weekends I will binge away my soul with a bottle of tequila and a blunt razor. I will swallow pills handfuls at a time, not wishing for death, accepting it if it came.

I'll walk down the hallways at school with a stony expression as they call me names. Slut, fat, ugly, whore; I've heard it all before.

And when I'm alone I'll make another scar whilst I'm drowning in my tears.

"Bridgette! Hurry up, are your bags packed yet? Brady, get Lisa. We're going to be late if you don't get your act together."

"Tell me again why we are moving to Grandma's?" Lisa grunted, glaring at our mother. "Why can't we just stay with you?"

"Because, darling, I'm not around enough to take care of you. It's not fair on you, I have to work and I hate the thought of you all being alone in this house. And La Push really isn't that bad a place. I grew up there and it's lovely. Everyone is so polite and the history and stories are so rich and invigorating. The culture is beautiful."

"And it's one of the rainiest places in the continental U.S, good job mum!" Lisa said sarcastically as she grabbed her suitcases. "Let's just go"

My mother sighed as she grabbed the keys to her SUV.

I nudged Brady with my shoulder, motioning to the door. We exited together, leaving the life we had been accustomed to for so long.

I didn't know if I was thankful or scared to be leaving.