Heartless

Prologue.

All I remember feeling was... Feeling a sudden strike of pain jab into my chest, mainly over the area of my heart. I clutched it, hoping it would at least help it somehow... I shot Zacky a pleading stare, and.. That's when everything went black. It still is now. I woke up just moments ago, and can't seem to open my eyes. It's frustrating, because it's something I do every morning. I just don't understand!

Come to think of it, I can't really move either. I don't feel weak at all! I try moving my arm up, but it literally won't budge. I... I feel dead.

What's happened to me?

Why won't someone help me?

Hello?

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This story is being written by myself and the amazing My-Mental-Fiction. :D Be sure to check out chapter one, which she wrote!
I myself, am working on other stories, but this is something we wanted to do for a while. Alas, here we are, spreading the good joys of our writing.

Enjoy at your own risk.