Pitch It Black

Prologue

Prologue: Leave Me Here To Die

Question, question: Do you ever get that feeling, other than when your parents call you when you're in trouble, that you know you're in deep shit and just can't get out of it?

If you do know that feeling, you're one of my besties. If you don't, well let me give you an example:

You find yourself in a church, reason is you wanted to know information about stuff from your past. Then all of a sudden, this creepy ass priest guy, comes out, out of nowhere, and starts saying how he's going to drink your blood.

You think that's crazy? Hun, I didn't even finish.

When you're trying to leave the so-called "church", you found out the exit wasn't only blocked, but it was blocked by theses weird zombie-vampire looking mother fudgers, that were trying to eat you too.

Yea, good example, right? Now there's only one thing wrong with that example.

What is wrong, you so strongly ask?

Well the thing is:

That I'm in it!

Yup! All that I just said, currently describes the shit I'm in right now.

So, if your asking yourself right now, how am I getting out of this mess, congratu-fudging-lations, you owe me a vote on this chapter, because even I don't frigging know!

Yeah, I broke the fourth wall. If you wanna blame anyone blame the author. She's your problem, not mine.

Wait, hold up. I. Just realized. I was already breaking the fourth wall from the moment I started talking!

Ohhh, that author of mine better give me more money for this.

Oh dear, insert English accent here please, I forgot to give you my name. Okay young chaps, here it goes...

My name is Sylvia Bloodgates.

Nice to meet your acquaintance. If you would like to know what happens to me after my confrontation with those crazy assholes I met at the church, you will have to:

1) Read on like how you're supposed to.

And/or

2) Wait for the shitty person, that we like to call an author, to not be a lazy ass and update.

I hope we can get along.

Now like the title of this prologue says, "Leave Me Here To Die".