Prologue Part I
With my heart beating fast and just remembering the hunger of lust in the eyes of the two men chasing me fueled my twelve year old feet to go faster but by doing so I never saw that up ahead that the path turned into a cliff.
I just remembered the feeling of falling and then hitting cold fast moving water. The water quickly brought me head under and then just barely my head resurfaced.
The feeling of air did not last long as the water swiftly pulled me along and dunked me into the water repeatable.
As I accepted the idea that this river might became my grave I was slowly going in and out of consciousness. Then I felt myself being pulled out of the water.
After that it was not long till all I remember was a hand with black nail polish and then total blackness.
