—prologue ;

EMILY VAUGHN had everything she needed. She had a loving family, and caring friends. Her home wasn't huge, but it was big enough for three people. Her parents had the perfect amount of money, so that Emily was able to keep up with the latest fashion, and have newer cars.

EVERYTHING WAS almost too perfect. She had never had a bad experience in her life. She was sheltered from danger, and trauma—which was quickly going to change.

WHEN SOMETHING tragic occurred, she wasn't too sure how to handle it. Having never lost anyone, she didn't know what to feel. Her parents were her whole life, and now they were gone...

TOWARD THE END of summer, Emily was out with a friend, doing some last minute 'back to school' shopping. When she got home, she could tell that something wasn't right. Her hand hovered over the door handle, shaking.

SLOWLY, Emily twisted the knob, peaking her head inside the front door. Nothing seemed too strange at first, maybe just a picture hanging crooked on the wall—so, she made her way further into her house.

BLOOD WAS EVERYWHERE, all over the walls, all over the floor, and splashed onto the ceiling. She felt like her lungs had collapsed, struggling to breathe her. She looked around for something to hold onto to, sure her legs were about to stop supporting her weight.

SCREAMING was the only thing she could do. Banshee—like screams; ear wrenching shrieking, echoed throughout the Vaughn family home.

and that's where it all began for Emily Vaughn.