Prologue – Dirty Little Secrets
It had been a week exactly before my death. I can remember the week was hot, sticky, my body sweating, even at night. Actually, I was most sweaty at night...The sun beating down on us as it always did on the turn of the season. Their laughter, her smile.
Her smile...
Let me tell you my side of the story. No, my story! The eventful week that lead up to the climax of my life which was, ironically, my death.
I am Mercutio, and I am the non-Montague.