Prologue
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Screams.
Muffled noises.
Unending screams. It's the 51st day of these screams, they're haunting me down.
My palms are sweaty, my vision's quite blur. I sat there waiting for these stupid screams to stop, but they won't. I can still hear a baby's scream, a woman, a man, they are all screaming hysterically.
I have to fight the urge of pounding my head in a concrete wall just to stop this.
Then, it stopped.
I breathed deeply and heavily, my lungs gasping for enough air, my heart beats like there is no tomorrow.
Every night I suffer from those voices. The reason? I do not know why. All I know is that I have to remind myself that I'm not insane for having such delusions.
Or maybe I am.
I looked at my palms. 314 lines left, 314 line tattoos which indicates the number of days left before my reaping. 314 days left, days to enjoy normality. But that's the irony of what's really happening. I am not normal. Never was. Never will.
Upon looking at these stupid little lines on my palm, I know what future prepares for me. That thing is inevitable. Fate already decide for me. I can't choose. No matter what happens, when the last line on my palm dissolves, grim reaper will be at the doorstep. Offering me a deal to have my soul rot in hell. Offering me a life that is planned for me. When that time comes, I will be nothing but a shadow, a soul burner.
I'm the last Collins, the last pure blooded Collins to be reaped. The last burner of the family.
I'm Elizabeth, and people won't remember me.
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UD. ~Ella. ♥
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