prologue
Dear diary,
If only I had some kind of warning, a sign even, before he came crashing into my life. He got inside me; mind, body and soul, stained me just for him. However, my heart is out of his reach , wound tightly by my demons and a lock made by my own blood, but not even I have the key to unlock it...
But he doesn’t care about that, to him I belong to him. But he’s so wrong. I don’t belong to anyone, I don’t even belong to myself. I belong to the Demons that haunt me day in and day out. Always have. They've haunted me my whole life, have captured me, broken me. He might have stained me, but he doesn’t own me. I don’t even own me.
My past left its toll on me and now I’m just broken. A corpse trying to get through life, because ending it was never really a choice. Despite the demons that have condemned me to a lie of misery, I wish to have never met him.
Hope used to be such a strange concept to me, and now it seems possible. All just because of him....
