"YOU are jerk ! Since I've been here ! You've been trying to kick me out of the band all along !" I cry without I can stop it. "I went through HELL because of you ! I.. I... I just wanted to do what I love ! MUSIC ! But of course no you don't understand, you CAN'T understand !" I don't even know what I'm saying, I'm hysteric. "Rye I hate you.. I hate you so freaking much..." I sob again. I notice that Rye gets impatient but I don't care. "And you know why ?! You want to know WHY ?!" I can't control myself. I'm so angry with him. And even more with myself. I'm so angry that I've fallen freaking in love with him and there's nothing I can do about it. "It's because I fuc-" "Shut up." What ? His hands touch suddenly my cheeks but without his usual brutality. His face is coming dangerously close to mine. [...]

How do you survive when death draws you to it? story under writing... It's an English version of my book "Quand la mort frappe à toutes les portes" enjoy ;)

Comment survivre quand la mort vous attire vers elle ? Histoire en cours d'écriture...