Prologue.

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Isn't it lovely, all alone?
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Tear me to pieces, skin to bone
Hello, welcome home
-Lovely by Billie Eilish and Khalid.


Clouds condense over the moon's silver hue as I lift my trembling hands and stare at the blood coating them, a dark shade of red crawling beneath my fingers.
The pungent smell of smoke burns my throat as I keep staring at the red hue that coats my skin until my vision blurs.

"I'm not a murderer...not a murderer...a murderer" I chant lost in a trance.

The sound of a twig snapping breaks me out of my stupor and as I lift my head I see him.

"Good job" he praises as he sits on his haunches to look me in the eye. His face is always covered expect for his eyes, the darkest shade of black staring deep into my soul, always calculating.

"Pl...ease" I stutter. I sound pathetic even to my own ears "I can't do th..is" I whimper.

He tuts, then wipes the tears off my face "Shush. Everything will be all right" his words lack empathy and the next thing I know, his hands which were moments ago patting my head for a job well done lands a hard slap across my face.

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