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Prologue

Prologue

My world shatters around me every bit and every piece falling, and I know I can't take it anymore but even after all that, I choose to stay. It surprises me of how fast I recover but end up being reminded every single day of the nightmare that I live in. 

Fights, quarrels, and violence was a routine which only got worse day by day. And the days there was no fighting, there would be a kind of tension in the air, one strong enough to suffocate. 

Loud screams and screeching sounds that are unheard of to every five year old like me. Sounds of objects clashing with the wall when thrown, haunted the nights and even at my young age I could figure out that not all of the things tossed were devoid of life.

 I could never get myself to unlock the door and leave the room that I was trapped in. I slept each day with a fear that I might not wake up the next day. The constant pain in the pit of my stomach that someone was being hurt right beneath where I lay, and I could do nothing to reduce their hurt or abolish their pain. 

But one day, something went wrong, something oddly more creepy than what I had anticipated. It all had stopped, the crying, the pain, the slashing of objects. All silent. 

Dead silence somehow felt even more terrifying. Leaving me to listen to my own terrifying feeble thoughts of what might have been the cause. 

After seven long years of suffering to the sounds, the pain, it all came to an end and yet I couldn't bring myself to feel free, to feel unafraid.

 It takes me a whole week but I finally manage to gather up enough courage and energy. I go downstairs to the scene of horror. The stench is the first thing to hit me. I felt my blood go cold. My eyes immediately well up with tears when my eyes finally land onto the scene. 

The room is almost entirely smeared with blood, the sofa is completely broken and is the only recognizable object in the room. My eyes drift across the mangled room, trying analyzing the story behind this horror. 

My body goes stiff the minute I notice an oddly disfigured body rotting away on the floor her face turned away from me, shielded by her hair. I feel the urge to throw up. There was and odd sense of familiarity as I looked at her. 

I slowly walk up to her side, and kneel carefully and quietly like you do when you don't want to wake someone up from their sleep which was a really unnecessary and illogical move when clearly the person before me would never wake up.

 I slowly turn her lifeless body towards me so I can see her face completely. A scream escapes my lips before I can stop it.

Her face is completely distorted and blotchy, a long and deep gash runs over her face, seeping down behind the collar of her shirt. Her clothes were severely ripped at places like she was the victim of a ferocious beast who had finally got ahold of her. She had third-degree burns all over her body and was completely unrecognizable. The tears that had been threatening to spill fall.

 I gaze upon the note lying right beside her. I slowly open the crumpled piece of paper 'I win' was written in long curvy writing and was most certainly written in blood. A few days later a funeral was held for someone that nobody knows of. All this happened because of one stupid desire of winning, gaining power.

 Something was going on for those seven years that I couldn't recognize, something bad and now I have to deal with its consequences. Power is a strange yet most wanted thing in the world. it creates a diversion among people, those who think of it as a far-fetched idea and those who desperately want it. 

The need for power ignites a war, it drives the lovers mad and the common people suffer fear. The ones who want power for others try to overpower those who want to engrave fear among people and gain respect. 

Either way, none of the rules last long. But there can't be two winners, sometimes there are no winners at all and when that happens there are consequences unimaginable to any mind. 

It has been almost four years since the incident. I still remember it all like it was yesterday, though I'd like to believe I have healed from the shock almost completely, somethings never leave your mind. I don't live in a blood-covered house anymore though. I might have forgotten what I did in the past week but my mind just won't let go of those memories.

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