As a young girl, I wouldn't be able to imagine myself ever living nearby a place glimmering as a dream when I slept on a creaky metal bed and ate cold stale bread in a worn-down orphanage.
It would make lots of sense if I did this for revenge - but where's the fun in that. So, there is no revenge in what I do if that's what anyone is asking. I do what I do merely for the fun. Fun is still the answer. Because one poor soul's life written upon a few hundred pages, only made me not want to be part of it. I wanted to be the villain in my own story. And who says the villains don't have fun?
Don't tell me I didn't warn you from the beginning. I may be the psychopathic one over here, but this is my happy ending, and I'm not even done yet.
YOU ARE READING
Heartless
RomanceThe story of how the antagonist never came to love; but don't fret, it is a happy ending. (A school project. Finished and fully published.)
