Disclaimer: This book has blood and may trigger some people. If your easily triggered, please don't read. I don't know why I'm writing this book. You may judge.
Shaking...
The trembling of hands moving closer and closer to take my life away. Maybe I could...no, never. "Why did you make me this way?" I ask my mind as I stand in the darkness. "It's not me...doing this. It's you, darling. You are doing this to yourself..."Someone in the distance answered me.
Tilting world...
Picking up the broken parts of me while everyone stops and stares. "Get a life, you Lowlife's." I yell as the darkness fades to a blinding white color. The distant voice is now seen, she's the loveliest fallen angel I've ever seen.
Sky's falling...
The vision is clear but...blurry, "Am I going insane? Has my mind given up on me? Am I real? What am I doing? What is this feeling? Do I even feel anything but pain? why do I put up with this?" The angel doesn't reply, the darkness slowly drives me into the pain and suffering of life.
Blood red hands...
