• Prologe: Is Death Better Than This?
    Why me? Why can't someone else just take this pain? The blood pulsing to my brain and to my head seems to be bursting through my ears, but the blood pools all around me seem to tell me something more has happened that I can't seem to take in. Or is it that my mind, my eyes, won't let me? All I know is that death is her, and it doesn't want to hide today.