Fatal

prologue

20th September, 2018.

Life. How do you define it? An unjust experience that you barely have control over? Lying on my bedroom floor I've realized I'm at a dead end, with no escape. Was I checkmated on this board, or locked in a dark room that I had no key to? Everywhere I turn I see nothing but Leslie's footprints, her laughs, the walls haunt me. Why did I have to ask for that ice cream that afternoon, could my absence have saved her from that road accident? Could it have held our family together the way I couldn't? Did I kill Leslie?
My brain is pounding with these unanswered questions, unheard thoughts that have escaped my head and taken me in captivity. They bleed through my skin and drain through my tears, the kind of crimson and silent cries I'm officially addicted to.
"What will my parents go through? Should I do this to them?" It couldn't be worse than stealing their eldest daughter now could it Syd? Anyways, "who cares if one more light goes out in the sky of a million stars?"
Isn't that what the anonymous notes in your locker at school say?
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Hi :) this is very short I know, also the details aren't properly defined as well. Im working on a longer chapter,and the cover and description will be updated very soon as well. For now, I couldn't wait for you guys to read it and since this is a new genre I'm experimenting with, drop down some improvements you think I could have made so the following chapters are satisfactory :) Let me know if I should continue, spread the story to your friends if you consider it worth it.
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