Prologue
To the one unfortunate enough to come across the tragic story of my life within these leather bound diaries, may you read with caution.
I regret to inform you, this is not a love story, nor is it an inspirational tale that you will want to share with your family and friends in hopes to encourage them to follow their hearts. If you found these diaries with the idea of it being similar to a Dear John letter, you are sorely mistaken. I must prepare you for the most heart wrenching, ethereal, damned, bloodied and bruised story you will ever come across.
Everything you will read is up for your interpretation. Whether you believe my story or not, is completely up to you. However, I must remind you that you are reading my diaries. Who are you to question my memories?
If you have still proceeded after such warnings and an unreliable narrator, there is nothing else I can say to stop you. Though, I do have one more question to ask you. Do you believe in the undead?
