"Stop being so innocent! It's boring." Harry mocked me. "And how am I supposed to do that?" All playfulness from his face has disappeared. "Let me teach you." At first, my thought was no. An immediate no. I've known Harry my whole life, this would be weird, but i'm tired of being mocked about my innocence. "Fine..." I whispered crossing my arms across my chest. My foot began tapping, a habit I picked up from my mother. "I'll do it, but you can't tell anyone." My finger pointing at him like a mother would do scolding a child. "No one has to know. Not a soul." He leaned further into me, forcefully gripping my hips pushing me against his bedroom wall.

"Why me?" Diana beseeched as she heard the door in front of her shut violently. Her chest fell and rose rapidly, as she'd foreseen her doom. A malevolent laugh escaped his lips. ______ A lover from the past, too obsessive over her, that he couldn't help but keep her hostage. A lover from the present, too possessive over her, that he'd obscured many a truth from her, afraid she'd slip through his fingers. A decision in the future, that ties all the loose threads together, ending this loop. Will she choose insanity, no matter how much physical pain and trouble it had gotten her into, or betrayal, which ripped her to shreds, hopeless, purposeless? ______ When a forgotten fragment of her past reflects her unblemished present, little does Diana know that her life is to take a sudden turn, which will change her perspective over whatever she'd earned and lost forever. A deadly nightshade disguised as a beautiful rose, or black glitter mistaken to be ashes? Follow Diana as she takes a roller-coaster ride, and tackle the enigma that unfolds.