Prologue

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This is my first entry in my new diary. My aunt bought me this, because my old one got burned by the fire that killed my parents. I miss them so much... When I woke up from the tragedy, a police officer told me that a young man saved me from it. I still wonder who he is.

I’ve been having odd dreams about people (with strange crescent-moon Marks) dead. I see my fingers turned into claws and blood covering my hands and arms. The worst part of it is that I recognize everyone that ends up dead, but I don’t know them. Wings of angels haunt my dreams. Did I do that to those people? The answer to my question was obvious. Yes, I was the one who did it. I couldn’t control my newly found strength and power that I went overboard and slaughtered all those people. I’m only seventeen, this shouldn’t be happening...

Am I the only one who is cursed to be this thing? I hope not. Being alone like this would be horrible. It’s been four months and I’m still completely clueless of what I am. 

Everything has changed so fast that I’m having trouble catching up. I’m so confused of everything. I don’t know what is real anymore. My dreams are becoming my reality.

Tomorrow is going to be my first day at a new school. I hope I don’t make any friends. Getting too close to anyone would be dangerous. I can’t risk hurting the people I love. Hurting myself is enough.

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