Her Killer Secret

p r o l o g u e

 - P R O L O G U E -

        When I was a little girl, I was filled with a sufficient amount of hope and optimism. I don't know why though; I mean, life had given me plenty of reasons to bow down. At a young age, I wasn't wishing for a pony or to marry a handsome prince and live in a faraway castle. 

                                                                No.

        I wished for more pensive things. I wasted plenty of birthday candles wishing my for a life that consisted of a home with a real mother and a real father and a family. What a shame that was, knowing at suck a young age that I wasn't blessed with a happy family like everyone else. Instead I was cursed, with broken strangers who had placed all of their burdens onto my shoulders and looked to me for a resolution in everything.

        Yet I always managed to find some sort of positive side in every little thing so that I would never be brought down. I found a silver lining in the most morbid of things. Especially him.

He was a monster. 

                            A sinner. 

                                           A disgrace to God and the creation of his fellow children. 

He was a child of the Devil. 

        Loving him went againt everything I believed in; everything I thought I had wanted. But believe me when I tell you I didn't care. He brought light to the darkest parts of me, even though his soul was as black as night. Whether he descended from Heaven or Hell, I could never tell you. But in more way than none he had save my life, and in my eyes he will always be some sort of angelic being. .

        He didn't know the first thing about caring for another. Yet I had never felt so loved be anyone. 

        He loved me for all the cracks and bruises and scars that branded my body and left me flooding in a pool of shame. Piece by piece he put together the demolished pieces of me that he was given, like some sort of jigsaw puzzle. He fixed me. 

        I knew then that no matter how hard I tried I would never be infatuated with someone as I was with him. 

        And to this day, I haven't. No matter how hard I or anyone else tried to forced my affection onto another, he would always remain the rightful owner of my heart, mind, body and soul. 

        Life had been cruel to us. It was the price we paid for our sins. An even bigger punishment came our way knowing that these two sinners had joined hands and were now trailing the earth and perishing everything that was imprinted into their minds by ignorant voices. 

         I was robbed of the comfort given by the one and only I had truly ever loved. His sinister ways, his beautiful intellect, his dark and deceitful passion; gone. Like sand falling from an hourglass, our time had run out. But fear not, for even though fate always determines who enters your life; you're the one who chooses who stays.

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So this is a new story I've been working on and so far . . . it sucks. lol. 

But I am determined to finish it despite how crappy it may or may not be. 

It was actually inspired by the song "Devil's Backbone" by The Civil Wars and was the original title of the story that was posted on my other account before taken down.

I also aplogoze for my sucky cover but you know what they say, DONT JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER.

so .. yeah (what now?) O.O

eh, goodbye, I guess.