Prologue

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I've always asked myself, why would you devote your time hurting yourself, beating up your own body. The one thing that is oh so beautiful. Your body. something so precious.Yet i still find myself bleeding at night, no matter what I say or think, it always ends up that way.

When I was a small child I was always happy, all the time, but somewhere along the way I swear the happiness got lost in the dark, because I cannot see or find it anywhere.

Sometimes I wonder why I'm this way, i grew up with friends..many friends I was happy, my mother treated me well. But something happend. Everything just seemed to get further away ..lost in the darkness. The friends I had, were good friends, I don't know if they disliked me or did I just push them away. I don't know where the happiness is. Oh please mum, don't worry about me..I think my mind is broken.

Living a life hidden away in darkness, frowns covered by smiles, always hidden away, everyday. I believe that I am strong but my mind doesn't seem to be persuaded. I am Elijah kumiko. Kumiko... beautiful child...but the beauty I can not see. He looked around, he was sat on his bed, in the dark.He realized he had been daydreaming for maybe a couple of minutes, he was just staring off into space in his own world.That's often where he would be, in his own world, not able to concentrate or realize what going on around him.Elijah seemed to get lost in his thoughts, he'd often think about what's happened to him throughout the year.Imagining how things could've ended up better.His life had seemed to turn into a black hole of sorrow, concealing him self from the world. Maybe he prefered it that way. after all maybe life isn't for everyone. well, aleast that's what he thought. . But the only thing he has keeping him alive is his mother, the thought of her lost in sorrow and tears of her sons death. Just for her, he stays alive. Elijah is only fourteen soon to be 15, some may call it ridiculous and attention seeking that someone of a young age could feel such things, you may say that they can't feel that way. But feelings like this have no boundaries.

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