Prologue

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  It’s funny; she didn’t seem like a killer.  When I first saw her, it was ludicrous to think she was going to murder me.  I guess I didn’t recognize the cold glint in her eyes because lust clouded my eyes in a pink haze.  I guess if she would have been in a dark alley, knife in hand, pointing at me while making the motion of cutting my throat, and, for good measure, just happened to have a picket sign saying, “You’re next…”, it would have rubbed the fuzz away.  But of course there was nothing like that.  And even if there was, my teenage reasoning would have made me start to chuckle, pat her on the back for effort, and lead her away to go make out on my bed. 

     Sometimes I wonder if there was any way I could have changed my fate.  But that’s the funny thing about fate, it was going to happen, and there was nothing we could do about it.  But it didn’t hurt to fantasize about not being dead, right?  Even though I no longer have a heartbeat, I still walk this earth.  I’m stuck, and there is nothing I can do about it.  Okay, there is one thing, but it goes against the moral code I’ve set up for myself.  But it’s also the only way that will free me.  But on the other hand, I don’t want to be stuck here for eternity, invisible to everyone and desperately alone.   So I guess I’m stuck in two ways, and I’m not very happy about it. 

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