Authors note:)/ Prolouge

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Hey guys! This is my first story on wattpad! So pleaaaaaassssseeeee don't mind my grammar errors because I'm not really smart like my friends:) and please don't get offended if you have the same name as the character I made on my story and the character have a bad personality or something. Because my brain Just made that up ok?:)

And pleaaaaasseeeee don't forget to comment and vote!:)

Ok! I'll shut up now!

Enjoy!

Prologue:

11 years ago....

"D-addy?"

"Get out!" he ordered

My dad is mad at me....he blames me like everyone else why my mother died.

It's my fault...if only I didn't....

"B-ut...." I started

"Didn't you hear me?! I don't want to see your face ever again!" He said in a cold voice

"I'm sorry daddy" I cried while hugging him from behind.

"Your 'sorry' will not bring your mother back! It would have been better if you weren't born! I wish you were never born! Now GET OUT!" he said coldly as he shove me away which cause me to fall in the hard floor.

I don't know what to do anymore...

Wherever I go, wherever I run the darkness keeps following me... like a shadow...

His words were like swords with poison at the tip that stabbed me a million times. Which cause my heart to bleed...

His words broke me.... every little piece of me...my heart couldn't be glued back to its natural form...

His words....his voice....still rings in my ear....every night it becomes my nightmare.....

I ran and ran as far away as possible from my fathers office....

I know it's my fault....should I just I die too...then maybe...my father would forgive me...for what I've done...

And then 'she' came...she told me words I've never heard of before...those words almost healed me....and yet she betrayed me....

And then 'he' came...I opened up to him...because I thought he was an angel...yet he was just in disguise...he betrayed me too...

They HATE me...

They STABBED me...

They SLAPPED me...

They BETRAYED me...

These words created a MONSTER that trust no one...

I was just an innocent five, six, seven years old...

But now look at me....

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