I was a happy girl when I was fifteen. I went to bed past midnight after doing homework, wrote silly stories for fun, to amuse myself and my friends. A consistent sleep schedule was unheard of and my constant companion was a cup of coffee as I waltzed through life like it was all made for me, presented on a silver platter for me to pick and choose what to make of myself.

My life was a blur of dates and cafes and libraries, going to the mall with friends and seeing what the world had to offer in a huge city.

However, the past few years have severely complicated the web I had previously thought the world to be. I instead discovered the tangle of knots deep beneath the surface, red threads tangled together as lives connected across the borders of what used to be my world and the place I now call home.

Currently I am eighteen and decided I have had ample time to work up the courage to write my story for my descendants who I can only hope will live as I did before, happy and full of joyful innocence. I wish you luck, whoever is reading this, for I do not want to stay behind.

This document will replace me and I will live out my life, and I hope you have the chance to do the same as me.

However, before I start the story, there are three things you need to know about what happened.

Number one.

I have made a lot of mistakes, some of which lead to terrible situations and absolutely despicable scenarios coming to life, sometimes literally. Your job is to keep them my mistakes, and not yours.

Number two.

Some people you cannot trust. Even as they walk free, you cannot believe a single word they say. blurry smudge are dark creatures and they do not trust you, so you should not trust them back.

Lastly, number three.

Do not spend time regretting bad decisions when it could be spent saving lives. That is what I did wrong so often, and you must not do the same. Murder is irreversible, and death is forever. All you can do is ensure that it does not repeat.

I am the only person who will document this, so make sure this book is safe.

Until tomorrow,

Sabrina Grimm