I'm dead. Have been for awhile now. My death was a mistake. But it wasn't to anyone else who knew me. The thought of death, is frightning to most people, not to me. I welcome it, not becuase I want to. But becuase I have to. It would have come sooner or later, in my case it came sooner. Oh how I wish it could've ended differently, so much differently. Instead I died from hatred, I died from love and hatred, I was caught in a crossfire between two lovers and a price. So, I'm here to tell my story, for anyone who wants to hear it.
