~Prologue~

Hi, my name is Vivian. When I was younger (about seven or eight) my mom would tell me stories... They were the standard fairytale kind. Stories about princesses being rescued by tall handsome princes. When I was little it would warm my heart because it was my mommy's voice telling the story... When I went through high school it gave me hope for future love and happiness. Now the stories haunt me. I have come to realize that they were all lies, or maybe they were dreams of a brighter future on my mom's part. She always looked on the bright side...