Islington Diary

Chapter 1

I am as calm as the Ocean but my feelings are wavering like its Waves. There is constant sharp pain inside my chest that now I have befriended with. It's been a week since my world turned upside-down. All my dreams shattered, my world collapsed and now I am a daruma doll filled with hunting memories. Memories that I believed would be my peace and solace on my dying bed.

The one I loved with all my life, murdered me. Yes, He did. Now my heart bleeds with every thought of him. I scream and cry, I try to escape from this cruel reality he put me in. Life is not fair, nothing is fair. Not for you, not for me and not for her. That was what he said to me last night. I find it funny how things have turned out. I feel myself going insane with each passing day. I struggle with the idea of killing myself or killing him.

Everything was perfect like a fairy tale. He was my prince on the white-horse and I believed I was his princess. I had pictured myself walking down the aisle wearing the most lovely white gown and he would be there with neat-tidy tux gazing at me with softness-filled eyes. And yes, then we will get wedded. 

But who knew, he had the same plan with her either. Or maybe he never had pictured me in white-gown. Perhaps all along it was her. Legally, a person is deemed a murderer only when they kill another person. But what about the dreams he destroyed? Isn't he a murderer then, too? What's his sentence? After all, he killed my love and dreams.