C H A P T E R 1

(PS:the text in brackets is a little author's note)

Annabelle's POV:

I awoke to the blaring of my alarm clock signaling that it was time to get ready for work. Now working in an editing firm was not easy to say the least, there were too many people that I was not willing to deal with in the early hours of the morning.

Getting up and heading to the bathroom in my room I quickly realised that it was chilly out, for one of two reasons...1)the window in the room was heavily misted portraying that it had rained earlier and 2)the porcelain tiles on the bathroom floor were extremely cold and lightly frosted over, indicating that I once again accidentally left the goddamn window open because I was too tired to close it the previous night. "Fuck this life and fuck this house and fuck everything that is able to goddamn breathe, everything should just fucking die...including me."

Desperately trying to ignore the depressive thoughts disrupting my brain I stripped and got into the shower, not bothering to warm the water up first because I deserved to be punished for not only my thoughts but also because I forgot to close the window. "My life would be so much easier if I had a fucking dominant." I thought silently as I cleaned my body thoroughly.

Stepping out of the shower and into my closet while drying off I picked out a simple black shirt with a pair of slacks and heels to wear to work today. After dressing and doing my hair I quickly grabbed a cup of coffee and a cereal bar on my way out the door, "I can get some real breakfast at work, if I can find the interest to actually eat."

Walking into work i nearly ran head on into my boss Chris because I was busy checking my schedule "stupid fuck get out of your phone dumbass" I thought bitterly after appologising and continuing up the stairs to the floor I work on (I know she could've used the elevator but she has anxiety and gets extremely claustrophobic).

Walking up the stairs and into my office I figured out how I was going to finally end it all, after work I would go down to the bridge. By the time I got off work it would be pretty late, and because of the cold it would be pretty empty. The suicide note I wrote the day before was in my bag, "Judging by the weather the coldness of the water itself would kill me before I actually drown so that's good" I whispered to myself quietly after setting down my things.

Sitting down at my desk and looking at the written piece in front of me waiting to be edited, I heaved a sigh and continued to read through it. "This is going to be one helluva long day."