Prologue

I didn't have a chance to run when I felt an unbearable pain spread through my stomach. I felt blood running down my body, soaking my clothing. Shaking, I looked down at my stomach. Sticking through it was a long, sharp knife.

Shaking, I dropped to my knees. The pain was so intense, I found it nearly impossible to call out for help. I tried, but all that came out was a sort of choking noise.

The person who stabbed me knelt down in front of me. His crimson red eyes narrowed. He quickly grasped the knife he had embedded in my stomach and pulled it out. I let out a cry of pain when he did so.

He continued to stare at me. I felt blood pouring from my mouth. At that moment, I knew I was staring into the eyes of my murderer.

I fell to the ground, my surroundings becoming hazy. The pain started to fade away, and my only thought was- I barely got to live.

I felt tears start to run down my face. I didn't want to die. I was only 25, and I had barely done anything with my life. Today was the day I was supposed to publish my novel. And now, I wouldn't live to see the day when I became a famous novelist.

I turned my head to look up at the starry night sky. I knew Heaven was where I was going. And in my last moments, I wanted to make peace with the fact that I'd no longer be a part of this world.

My murderer stood up, and in the blink of an eye, he was gone. The sad thing was, I knew my murderer. I considered him my friend. And now I was going to die, knowing that someone I cared for was the one who took away the rest of my life.

I could barely see anymore, my surroundings were becoming even darker. I didn't even know where I was anymore.

Through the darkness, I heard a voice. A cold, emotionless voice. But even though it sounded as if the voice was numb, there was a hint of hysteria in it. As if he was on the verge of panicking.

I heard footsteps coming towards me. The person leaned over me. I could barely make out their faces, but I could see very clearly a pair a beautiful, neon green eyes behind glasses.

"You're going to be okay. You're not dying yet."

There was another voice, but this one was farther away. It was very shrill and high-pitched.

"Will! You know you're not supposed to do this! She's supposed to die!"

The last thing I heard was the voice I heard before, apparently belonging to someone named Will.

"I know."

After those words, my world went black.