CherieGajeton
PROLOGUE
It was a long, cold, stormy September night. The only source of light came from the almost full moon. Everything was quiet except for the torrential downpour from above... and of course the steady rhythm of a man running, looking almost like for his life. Also there was something strange about this person, something no one knew or could ever know, Not after Mark and I should know this story well. After all it's about me.