Prologue
Can you imagine, for just a second, dying? Can you imagine fading into darkness? Can you imagine feeling a pain so intense, that it makes you feel numb?
No, I am not talking about physical pain. I am talking about emotional pain. A pain of betrayal.
If you told me that you know what it feels like to be stabbed in the back by the people who you trusted with your life, I would have believed you about a year ago.
But not now. I would call you a liar. I would refuse to believe you. I would turn around and walk away from you.
Because you would not know the pain of feeling your fragile heart being ripped apart. Shattered and thrown away like yesterdays garbage.
I was betrayed, and now, they have the audacity to say that the need me. I will not help them. I refuse to.
