Prologue

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I hate love.

How possible is it to hate love?

Love is one big illusion.

A figment of your imagination.

When you've finished building your castle on thin air it comes crashing down on you.

That's exactly how love is.

When you've given your all in, it comes tumbling over and ripping your world apart.

If I could turn back the hands of time...

I'd never been here...

Here...

Without my family...

Without...

Home.

A dark chuckle escapes my lips as I stare at the piece of paper with these words written on it.

I smile.

A very painful smile.

Because I don't have any tears left to cry so I just smile.

Now people are going to start judging me.

Especially about my hatred for love.

I chuckle again.

Irony...

Hatred for love...

Yell at me, advise me, tell me I don't know what I'm doing, insult me, embarrass me but what I wouldn't take is if you judge me.

Don't. Judge. Me.

You have no idea how difficult it is to walk in my shoes.

So before you judge me why don't you try walking in my shoes then.

If you survive you're free to judge me.

"I've not always been a maniac like this ok."

I've been a sweet, little girl.

Although I never believed in love.

"But still I never actually came up with all these crazy sick theories of love." 

Fine, I'm going to tell you a story about my life so you can pass it onto others even after my death.

Yes, you heard me.

I'm going to die right after my story.

Yes, when I'm done telling you the story you would know that I've lost my will to live.

So grab your popcorn, writing materials, and no interruptions as I tell you the story of my life.

A/N:

Hello guys,

How are you guys enjoying the story so far?

This story is going to be in first-person  POV and it's going to contain a lot of violent information, suicidal thoughts, and some very dark content and mature sex content.

Read at your own risk.

But I'll give you guys a heads up when stuff like that is coming up.

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Enjoy.

Happy reading. 

P. S sorry about the long author's note.

Much love ❤️
Goodness.

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