Prologue

The tear drenched figure sat crouched against the single wooden bench of the rose garden. Her head lay limply on her knees which were pulled against her aching heart. Her silky blond hair coming loose of the meatball styled buns on either side of her head; cascading at her sides in disarray. Her pale skin was flushed and stiff from the tears she had cried all afternoon; the tears that still swam in her bright blue eyes and danced down her cheeks.

The terrible sight still played before her eyes. His bitter words still lingered at her ears. Her heart denied but mind cried, reminding her of the painful moment she had witnessed that morning.

He had found someone else, someone better than her. She had feared of losing him when he had rapidly distanced himself from her, but never in a million years thought he would replace her. She was clumsy and a major klutz. She did badly at school and could be annoying at times but was she that bad? Did he not love her at all to break her heart so brutally?

She dragged the back of her hand across her face wiping the tears. She couldn't handle it anymore. There were too many expectations. She was expected to fight for love and justice. How could she fight for love when it no longer existed for her? Every battle she went through she would have to face him and she couldn't handle that. She didn't want to.

Even the Sailor scouts found her useless. She was just a careless, ditzy leader for them. Luna lectured her every night for her irresponsible behaviour. Ami fussed over her low grades; Raye about her klutziness and sometimes even Mina and Lita would step away when she annoyed them. No one cared.

She sobbed shaking slightly. Her Parents could do without their ditzy, brain dead daughter. They didn't need her. She could never make them proud the way Sammy could. Sammy was everything she was not.

She sighed rubbing her tear stained face, pulling her bag towards her. Opening the bag she gawked at the shiny metal uncertainly. It was wrong, her mind screamed but the heavy feeling of betrayal grew, the emotion filling her heart convinced her that no one cared. Her existence didn't make a difference to anyone.

She lifted the knife she had stolen from her mother's kitchen knife set that afternoon and held it to her wrist. This was it, she thought. She wouldn't be a burden to anyone anymore. Her parents could concentrate on Sammy instead of worrying about her. The scouts could appoint a new leader, someone responsible and strong.

And Darien could enjoy his life without her. No one would pressure him to be with her. After all, what was she to him; just the moon princess he had loved in his past life. He didn't love her anymore, not the ditzy, dumb Serena of the Present. Tears choked her throat at the bitter memories.

Looking around cautiously, she held onto the knife tighter then closed her eyes to the feel of unnerving pain slashing her wrist, crimson blood soaking the sleeve of her dress. Whimpering she laid her head onto the soft grass letting her mind body and soul seep into unconsciousness.

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Hey guys. This is my first attempt on a sailormoon fanfiction and well I guess. I hope you like it. Please Review...

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