"How could you do this to yourself!" He shouted. "I had no choice! I had to!" I shouted back, my eyes filled with tears. Wild lives a very complicated life and it's really hard for her to love herself, let alone others. This story is based off of my life and it contains things that actually happen to people, so please take this book somewhat seriously. This book contain foul language and other inappropriate things that are serious like suicide and rape so be warned. <Why is blood so satisfying to me? Picking a scab or scratching and watching the blood trail down my arm. I guess it's because it shows that I'm alive in this fucked up world.>

"Done." I said an hour later over the phone. I took my knife from out of his back and squatted down to make sure there was no pulse. I was alert, making sure no one came into the abandoned alleyway, "Good girl." Winston replied back. I put the phone between my shoulder and ear again as I took out a clean handkerchief and cleaned the blood off my knife. I flipped my lucky knife in my hand before sticking it in my belt loop cover, "You know," I looked at the corpse, disgusted as I talked over the phone, "I hate the sight of blood." I heard Winston scoff, "Then maybe you shouldn't kill for a living." ~ What happens when Rain, a 26 year old female agent who kills for money, is brought to the only person who can make her happy, her soulmate.

I'm not the angel that everyone thinks I am.

One question always stayed on my mind... Why Me?