I know that I'm working on another story, but I kinda have writers block, and then I got a new idea for a story (that I actually had for a while). R&R!

Prologue

Three year old Samantha Manson and her parents were driving to her grandmother's. "Mama, why is Gwandma gonna lif wif us?" asked Sam.

"Because, Samantha, Grandpa died, and we don't want her to live alone." replied her mother.

Sam sighed and looked out the window. Rain pelted the side of the car. Lightning and thunder went off in the distance. Sam whimpered and sunk down in her seat. This was the first thunderstorm she had experienced, and to a three year old, it was the scariest thing ever imagines, besides monsters under the bed.

Suddenly, a car came out of nowhere, and the Mansons came to a screeching halt. The driver in the other car didn't see them in time, and hit them dead on. "Mama!" cried little Sam. Another car came up behind. It tried to turn, but crashed into the others. Sam screamed, and the next thing she remembered was another crash, and then the lights went out.

Sam opened her eyes to a bright light. It took her a while to get used to it, but she opened her eyes fully a few minutes later. She saw that she was in a bed, and a few machines making beeping noises were next to her. Her mother had once described this as a hospital, so Sam figured that she was in one.

"Samantha! You're awake!" Sam turned her head to see her mother next to her bed, along with her father. She was so happy, but something was wrong. She wanted to speak, to say how happy she was to see them, but she just couldn't. Her throat hurt, but for some reason, she had a really bad feeling.

"Mr. and Mrs. Manson? May I speak with you?" asked a doctor that had just arrived.

"Just tell us." said Mr. Manson.

The doctor shook his head sadly. "I'm sorry," he said, "but your daughter will never speak again."