prologue

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There it happened on that chair, watching the man who meant my death, in the eyes. we are sitting at an iron table, we are playing a dangerous game and as bet my best friends life. I need to win even if it means I’ll die trying. We are playing russian roulette. You put one bullet in an old revolver and pass it to each other. The one with the bullet is … wel yeah, is lost to hell. He said I have to close my eyes and take a deep breath, it should help the nerves but then i get afraid because he’s here and that means he has never lost. He takes the gun and sets it against his temple. Please, make it go off! He puts his finger on the trigger and puls ‚very’ slowly. It made a clicking noise. Damn. He pushed the gun towards me with a grin.                                 

        „It’s your turn,Lucy.” … My heartbeat fastened and fastened. Now I’m sure about the fact that he can hear my heartbeat. I took all my courage and pulled the trigger. The last thing I could think was 

goodbye my mortal world …

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