Preface
Disclaimers:
WARNING, this book contains mature themes with excessive violence, violent thoughts, mentions of drugs and alcohol, murder, rape, abuse and heavy language.
Preface
Deception can be horrifying,
At first, it’s like a knife scathing bare skin
but slowly, it leaves marks.
Etching deeper, and deeper.
Until that lie, that mask, that very facade,
becomes skin.
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When I was younger, I, just like most children, indulged in a fantasy that ceased to exist, my imagination.
An individual’s imagination can be inspiring, fun, and perhaps even sad. But it can also be deceiving.
The problem was when my imagination became more realistic, when I could visualize myself.
And the music that drowned in my ears became a portal into another world.
And as I grew, I became dependent, on that figment of my mind, that escape.
To rescue me, to give me another chance to fix myself. Another chance to live a different life
It became a drug. I was so hooked, my world revolved around if only I was her. The girl in my imagination. That version of me, in a world where everything worked out for her.
And my obsession with her grew and grew.
Until she wasn’t imagination.
She became me.
And I was the one that got trapped inside my mind.
