Prologue
It's been four years since we graduated. I now reside alone at this table, writing songs and poetry of the horrific past that led to this. One by one they disappeared from my life. I feel so cold and empty without them. I often stare at the vacant seats and see images of us, sitting and laughing. I miss them so dearly. My only true friend that stayed with me is my guitar, and even it doesn't like me anymore. Its strings constantly break. Perhaps it's because of the way I play now. My gentle digits turned harsh. I often think to myself, 'when is it my turn for something tragic to happen to me?' Then I remind myself, something did happen. She ripped my heart out, sliced it with a knife and spat on the remains. One was sentenced to life in prison without parole. Somebody else committed suicide. Another died in a horrible "accident". One had to be sent to rehab, but they never completed the program and eventually died of an overdose. The final friend of mine became more attached to their alcohol then us, and eventually traded all of us for their vodka. Do you wish to hear of this tale? I warn you, its no walk in the park. You meet betrayal, you shake hands with murder, you greet sabotage, you smile and nod at addiction, and you wave at rape. If you feel strong enough to endure our story, then read on…
A/N: Yes it's a short prologue, but it gets the point across. Don't worry, the chapters will be much longer.
