Prologue

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          Fighting. The universal language. It is known in countries, cities, and species. I speak it, you speak it, we all speak it. It is something we attempt to escape. Fighting is the thing we envy, yet we praise. Fighting is what I go through every day, every minute, every second. It seems like fighting has always been a part of my life, no matter how many times I try to rest.

           Once I was a boring girl with a badass childhood. I didn’t go out for drinks with my non-existent friends. I only had one-night stands because I didn’t think love was out there, well at least not for me. All of my family are dead.

           My mother and father died in a robbery when I was 2, luckily I was with a babysitter at the time. Being thrown into foster care at such a small age was hard but I soon got over it. Most of the foster homes had little kids in them and were abusive. I tried to protect the kids the most I could every time. I would get in trouble for it a lot, but as I always tell myself, I should care for the ones who have no one to care for. Despite that, I didn’t care for a zillion things other than kids.
      
        But all of that was behind me, I was a 24-year-old working as a bartender. I had at least one friend for once. Then I died, I can never have a break.

         Alright prologue is done ✅. Please tell me if I made a mistake or anything! Was it good or nah? Tell me in the comments.

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