Prologue

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DISCLAIMER: This story is strongly based in a brazilian fan fiction and I'm translating it and making some changes. It belongs to the original writer and not to me. If you wish to read it in portuguese search for "Opera por Lan".

NOT A FAN FICTION

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Prologue

She looked at herself in the mirror, making sure she was alone. Her blonde hair looked perfect that day and she was wearing her brand new pink camisole and her best smile, a smile nobody had seen in a while but that he was the cause of. Yes, she loved him and they would stay together forever.

She turned around to get something in her room but suddenly a noise came from the window.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, looking at the person who stared at her. She felt goosebumps down her spine when she saw what he had in his hands. That wasn't good. Any good. "What do you think you're..."

For some minutes, silence was the only thing in that place, but, for her, that silence would be endless.

An hour later the mansion was already surrounded by policemen and, more than that, by death. Madness and revenge were the only things still alive in the house.

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