Ok, I know this story is depressing and is just in whole a depressing theme, but this is how I write and I'm sorry if I offend anyone and I try to make it seem as realistic as possible. Please remember, some of these events have actually happened to me, or people I know and I really don't want any hate or anything. I started writing this story because one day I was really down and felt like I needed to write it into a story. I'm not looking for sympathy but I think this story may help some people, who would be very lucky to have none of these events happen to them, to understand what some people go through. It's not all sad though, don't worry, and I have had a friend check it and she gave me good feedback so, yeah. If anyone has any ideas of how it can be improved, you are more than welcome to review your ideas, or PM me. Thanks

Disclaimer: I don't own Sonny With a Chance, ok? k.

It's so hard without him here with me. I can't take it anymore, it's physically killing me. Physically because….well…I started cutting. I'm not proud of it. I hide it. Ashamed. Apparently I hide the marks very well, since no one had noticed, well, I think they haven't…

Anyway, I'm, Sonny Munroe and this is my story. The story of how I survived one of the most horrifying events I could ever dream of or rather, have nightmares about.

I know it's a short prologue but I hope the chapters will be a lot longer, thanks for reading

-Demi xxx