Prologue 2: Maybe
Maybe I deserved it.
I won't lie to myself; I know that I had never resembled anything close to a saint. I suppose a polite way of putting it would be to call me driven; but conceited and selfish and arrogant would be far more accurate. Those dreams of mine left me under the dangerous illusion that I was untouchable, that the world was on my side and that it would not stop until it saw those dreams of mine fulfilled.
So I pushed. I pushed myself, past the limits of what everyone thought I should have been capable of, including myself. I pushed those around me, past the limits of what they should have been able to bear, in their patience and their tolerance. And I pushed the world, past the limits of what my luck should have allowed.
I knocked away obstacles like the broken toys of children. Opposition meant nothing to me; I'd be damned if anything stood in my way – in the way of my dreams. Anyone who dared defied me was thrown aside like a forgotten plaything if they did not retreat quickly enough.
So yes, maybe I did deserve it.
Maybe I got what was coming to me.
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