Prologue

Prologue

His Pov

I pulled the gun's trigger ending someone's life.

"Master ..." I looked at Rein, my Butler. "Sarah is in the living room right now." My forehead frowned for a moment.

Why? I thought dad is not allowing her to go out.

I immediately let go of the gun I was holding and ran. I passed the ten dead bodies before exiting the door of the room where I was.

"Sarah," I called to the woman with her back turned. She looked at me and smiled. I immediately felt relieved and smiled sparingly at her.

"I'm glad you're here. Dad only gave me 4 hours to see ---" I didn't finish what she was going to say and immediately grabbed her for a kiss.

"Damn! I missed you soo much," I said between our kiss.

"I missed you too, Magnus," she replied as she kiss me back.

In all the hardship I go through, in all the pain, Sarah is the only one who can ease it. She's the only person I can have, the only person that keeps my sanity from slipping away whenever I pull a gun's trigger to kill people. She's the only one I treasure most. I don't know what I will do if she's not here with me, if I didn't know her. I don't know what will become of me.

"I'm sorry," she whispered and she suddenly collapsed in my arms.

"Sarah! Sarah!" Panic rose inside of me, my heart violently beating inside of me as I call for my butler.

"Rein!" I loudly shout for. It also came immediately.

"Young lady!" he shouted when he saw Sarah from me.

"What happened Rein? Why is she not waking up? Why did she lose consciousness?"

She wasn't responding to my voice. Even if I shake her hard, I lightly tap her cheeks, she won't wake up. I also notice her sweat now, she also look pale. What's happening?!

Rein came and notice what I noticed too and went to check her pulse. Something I had no balls on doing, why would I check? Of course she's alive. Why would she die? There's no reason to die, but Rein's eye says it all. The fear forming in his eyes says a lot.

"R-rein." IHe looked at me as his eyes widened. "Don't look at me like that," I warned him even though my voice is shaking from fear.

"My lord, she's dead."

Her POV

I laughed and blew air from my K2 cigarette.

The reporter accidentally slipped on the tv and fell into the water, and he’s currently drowning. His struggling while waving his hand above the water is funny.

I frowned when someone saved him.

"Tsss, KJ," I whispered and continued smoking on k2. I've been using this for almost 3 months. really high, so high I forget who I am. Who I've become.

Eventually I ran out of a stick so I just lay in bed. I closed my eyes when everything went back to my mind again.

My father molesting me while my mother watching at the door, with tears in her eyes yet she's not helping me.

I grabbed my head as it kept coming back to me. Damn! This is what I hate, when it all comes back.

"Aaahhhh!" I cried as my eyes widened looking at the cieling of the house and my tears began to drip.

So I reached for my knife on the nightstand and immediately used it in my hand.

"Fuck you!" I shout as I see my dad in my hand. I was slicing my father's throat and I wasn't even sad about it. I was just high, but then as I do it, I got weaker and weaker. I felt cold and sad and bitter.

This is the part where no one understands. Why did it need to be like this? Why can't I become like those survivors they see on the tv? like those people that's actively talking about what happened and empowering other woman who has been through it.

This is the part where people see me, not as a victim, not as someone who needs help, but someone who has wasted life.

But can they blame me? It's hard to run and hide. It's hard to smile and speak about it.

People will only see you as a victim when you look weak, like a kicked puppy. They only see you as someone sick when you lock yourself in your room and cry or when you cry in front of them, but when you become like me, addict to a k2 drug, stealing money from my mother or from anyone when I have opportunity , I am not a victim, I am someone that is trashing their life as they say.

My weakness came to the point where my eyes wanted to close. It became so heavy I couldn't even fight to keep it open any longer.

Is death here?

"Oh god! Fliory!"