Prologue
She sits there with her salvation in the palm of her hand, with only one chance for redemption in the chamber. She was unsure of how she could go on. So much had happened in only a few short months of her life. She had endured more torture than anyone could endure in a lifetime. All of the pain, and emotional trauma had taken its toll on her. She was physically and mentally drained. She just wanted this to be over.
She wanted these events of her life to cease, and if it required a life then so be it. She felt as though her soul had died, and her body ached and begged to join it. An eternity in hell would be more appealing than one more second in the life she was now living. She was drained, exhausted, and felt indescribably lost.
She thought back to a time in her life when it was simple, when she was simple. She was a small town girl with small town dreams. Normal. She once was normal. Now, she was cursed to a life of solitude, with only her own company to keep. It would be better to be dead.
She felt dead already. Her head pounded with pain. She barely had the strength to think. She was so weak. What was she waiting for? She wondered why she was wasting time reminiscing. Perhaps she was searching herself for a reason to change her mind. She could not find a logical one. It had to be done. She had no other choice. She had to rid herself of the curse that was her birthright. She had to find an end to the torture that plagued her, and all of the people she loved. They too had been through enough. They too had suffered.
This had to end. She had to rid the world of this terror. A person that carried such a plague should not live. The time had come. She had to finish what she started. She knew that it would not end unless she stopped her procrastination. She looked at her left hand. There it lay. The shinning metal in her hand was the freedom she longed for. Inside the revolver was her one chance at salvation. She grasped the revolver tightly. She placed her index finger on the trigger, and closed her eyes. She had to find the courage to pull it. She inhaled a deep empowering breath. Without exhaling, she squeezed the trigger.
