Countdown (August Alsina)

Prologue

"No no no!" She stood up, dropping the knife in her hand. Blood was everywhere. It decorated the white tile floor, stained her perfect white dress, and wounded her already broken heart even more.

"I killed him." She whispered, slowly stepping away.

"Oh dear God, h-he's dead!" She fell to her knees, sobbing.

Never in her life did she see herself as a killer, and as hard as she tried to put up a tough act, her true innocence showed now more than ever. This wasn't her. She wasn't a killer. She did what he wanted. Right?

Stepping back again, Milan's head shook continuously. She took off, leaving the door open. Her arms pumped as she ran and although the freezing cold Baltimore weather took a toll on her body, the warmth from the adrenaline kept her going.

She wasn't going to stop.

She was running to find her own ending.

And that's what she will do.

Find an ending much better than this one.

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Okay this is just a sneak peak of what this book would be like. If you guys like I'll continue and if not...then I'll delete it. So please give feedback!