Prologue
I have never always avoided getting close to other people, but lately, I have been avoiding getting close to another person. No, I don’t consider myself to be a loner nor do I consider myself to be antisocial. I wouldn’t even say that I’m unfriendly either. No, I consider myself as bitter, yeah bitter.
Why? Well, the only person that I have ever gotten close to me died because of me. Yeah, me and I blame myself for his death.
It should have been me that had died in that tragic kitchen fire. Not Pierce. It should have never been him.
I was the one that had accidentally started the grease fire in the exam kitchen.
He didn’t have to go back in to rescue me and push me out of the room just before the stove blew up. He shouldn’t have. If he hadn’t played the tragic hero, then he would be alive and I… well I would have died, but I would have deserved it.
He didn’t deserve to die.
I deserved to die for causing that accident. I deserve to be alone. I deserved to be…
… Bitter
