Prologue
What do you feel when you're on the brink of death?
Do you feel the darkness seeping in, paralyzing your body, burning alive your insides?
Are you numb from the pain, finally free of the prison you are trapped in?
Or what if there was an alternative altogether? What if you didn't have to suffer through any of this?
What if someone could save you? Could that be your one final chance of redemption before judgment day?
I always knew in my mind that I was a despicable monster, one that didn't deserve to live, didn't deserve anything so pure, so good. And when she reincarnated as my one last chance at humanity, well, who was I to deny her choice to be with me? Even though I knew better, even though I knew I'd hate myself for the rest of my life, I was just masochistic enough to beg her to stay with me. To love me. To bring me back from the hell I made for myself.
And surely, if she left, that one gleaming hope, the silver lining in the clouds, would surely fade away.
And that was something to be afraid of.
Oh my goodness. A new story!
I guess you all thought I was dead, heh, well not quite. So this is the prologue of my new story, and I'm really excited. I'm on break right now for around two weeks, so I have some free time. Plus, there's a foot of snow outside my doorsteps, so it's not like I can actually go anywhere.
For those of you reading Masqueraded, I'm sorry, but I had to discontinue it. I just didn't have my heart into it anymore, and I can't force myself to write something I didn't pride myself in. Sorry.
Review, and I'll send you a quote from the first chapter!
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