LIFE ISN’T FAIR

PROLOGUE

It’s not until you’re faced with death that you realize that you really don’t want to die, no one really wants to die. No, no one. As I felt the cold metal placed on my skin, my forehead to be specific, I shivered instantly.

“Please”. I pleaded feeling the tears well up in my eyes; he smiled at that leaning closer.

"What did you say?” Mark said sneering, I could feel his breath on my breath which was once appealing but now appalling to me, how cliché is that.

How did I ever love this guy one month ago I could give my life in front o f me. Did he ever love me? One minute he said he loved the next he was the most dangerous person I’ve ever met. When people say love is wicked, I usually shoved it off perceiving it as a short satirical expression or a lampoon. I never viewed as a meaningful personification until now.

I looked into his eyes with so much disgust and hate wishing and hate wishing I had never dated the monster in first place. “Please”. I pleaded again.

“Yes that’s...