Chapter 1

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Helena's POV

I push my midnight black hair away from my forehead, attempting to cool off a bit. Stumbling, trying to find a safe place to rest in these dark lonely woods. My head aches, either from all the blood I've lost or all these unbearable thoughts lingering in my mind. I sit down and think I wouldn't be here because of you. If you didn't try to help I wouldn't be in the hell of a mess. I might love you but I'm not sure that I can forgive you for this.

(A/N: Hai peoples! This is my new story so please vote if the very short chappie is worthy cuz I didn't have enough time for a better chapter. Picture of Helena in the link or picture sorry I don't really know how to correctly put a picture in the side bar ^.^)

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