prologue

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The world was so dark and wicked to take what was a gift to her mother: HER LIFE.
She roams the earth her soul aching for revenge, not resting till the one who shattered
her hopes and dreams is dead. Her soul is as dark as coal ,her heart without compassion
and her lips thirsty for his blood. She swore to unseen forces that he won't live to tell what happened to him .
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"I loved you, I loved you
You took my head you took my head
Oh why oh why" This voice kept echoing around his house and also in his mind.
Looking over to his reading table, he saw a note lying on it. Effortlessly, he pulled himself to the reading table to see what the note contained.
Reading the note which was written in blood, his eyes shone with fear at the words of the note:
'Love is never true. All you wanted you got it and yet you took away the little I
Had ,you took my life. You shattered my family and for that I'll shatter you
Into a million pieces and I am going to do that real slow. I am coming for you.
You made my joy and happiness to be short lived for that I'll torment you
For as long as I want to. Your head will be on a gold platter, your Friend's' on a
Sliver platter. I know you will like that very much .
From ,ME
Looking at his blood stained hands, which was as a result of reading the note ,he grasped his head with both hands and shot his eyes then let out a shout.
" it will be fine. You don't need to. Worry okay .it just an illusion this is not real .... your a strong man and you will come out of this " he said in a whisper to him self
Immediately everything stoped. The echoing,the rambling ,everything stopped .opening his eyes he looked around and saw that everything was back to normal except for the note that was lying on the floor.
"No no no " he said with so much agony . " she can't come for me , I'm invincible ...she just can't ". The time was past twelve and it was midnight, he felt very uneasy . Taking his coat and his cap, he wandered into the woods ,his voicing echoing in the dark as he spoke " I must see misheard about this he alone can help me out of this "
No one knows what is behind the dark woods, no one !
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