“Until the end of your star, I will follow you.
From now until then, I will find you.
Until the end of my life, I will love you”
When did I realise it was all a lie? But then again did I ever really suspect him? My life went from bliss to despair in no time at all.
I scrunch my hands up in frustration; nails digging into the palms of my hands. I can feel the warmth of my blood seeping from the new, half moon shaped wounds carved into my skin. I close my eyes, and lift my head trying to keep my tears from falling. I won’t give them the satisfaction of seeing the cracks form in my armour. I look at my hands, clammy and covered with dirt now stained red with my own blood. They sharpened my nails to a point, no doubt to make sure I inflict maximum damage on who ever I’m about to fight.
Sitting on this cold, damp floor waiting to fight for my life, reminds me I’m not what I thought I was after all.
I can hear the almighty roar of the crowd; the crowd seem to be enjoying what horrific scene is playing out before them. I wish this wasn’t real but it is truly my own worst nightmare. I wish even more that he didn’t have anything to do with it. But it breaks my heart that he does. Never the less, I am here because of him. When I get out he’ll be the first to die. No matter how much I love him.
