Knockn' on Death's Door

Prologue

I felt his presence on my way home, when I'm sleeping, when Im wake, and the process of guilt runs through my veins, ever since I sold my soul to it. The shadowy figure watches every move I make, breathing has become a weight on my chest threatening to crush my lungs.

Every step I take, sends me deeper into the pit of hell I walk in today. The agony is like chains on my feet and cuffs searing my hands apart. I feel like I'm just a shell, a dead girl walking. I'm screaming inside for someone to help, no one can hear, for they despise those who change, they shun those who's screams can't be heard for they don't know I need help? They see a beautiful girl, walking through the streets, gaining on the house, and being forced to slice open her victims, feeding their flesh to the growling beast, he calls a pet.

Some say hell is a haven, some say hell is where you burn, but really, hell is being alive but dead inside.