The world is ending. I can't do anything to stop it. And when I think about her. I can't. I just can't. Her life ended because of me.
She told me she loved me. She said she would die for me. I thought she was lying. Just like every other fucker in this world. I killed her. If I believed her then, Maybe I could of protected her. I would be the one in the coffin. That's where I belong.
Her name was Taylor. She was only 16. I on the other hand, I was 18. But my name doesn't matter to the world anymore.
I'm 24 now and 6 years have passed. I have cut myself off from the outside world and I never leave my room. I miss her. I never told her how I felt. She was the only one for me. Or so I thought. The only other girl for me was my best friend she was crazy but I loved that about her. She always ran around screaming, "THE WORLD IS ENDING! THE WORLD IS ENDING!" I would always calm her down. She's dying. Her name is, well, that's the issue she won't tell anyone. She goes by the letter K but nobody knows why. Just like me.
People want to know my name and I don't tell them. I tell them to call me L. When I do the ask what does L stand for? I tell them the same as I do to everyone else who asks. It stands for Light of the world.
My family were very religious. They named me a name that was too holy for a guy who worshipped hell. So I changed my name to Light. The we're proud. They thought I meant that I was the Light of their world. But I meant everyone's Light turns dark.
After Taylor died, I caused hell on earth. I wanted to avenge her death. After all she was my god. No. My goddess. No. My satanic angel. If you haven't guessed by now Taylor was the devil. I was in love with the devil.
Taylor is also avenging her loved ones. She is avenging me. She is killing K because I am falling for her.
I think I should tell you my name now. My name is Adam. Adam Angollio. I'm 24. There has always been one question on my mind. Where am I going when I die?
Heaven? Or hell?
