Prolouge

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What is happening?

Where am I?

Am I still alive?

Why does it feel like I'm flying?

A loud screech made me concious,fuck I'm still here.Of course,who am I kidding?

My watch says it's already 3 in the morning,I should be at home right now but nah,he won't mind.I am his sadistic,cold,heartless,two-faced daughter so I won't matter to him anyway.

What can I do? This is me,this is me escaping reality,this is me trying to live out of my own shadows.I don't care if this is bad and if this thing might destroy me someday.

I will not break anymore,because I'm already broken.This filthy disgusting life I have made me like this and I take all the blame.It's always been me whose the reason of our every shits.

And by the time I step into the silver plating of the world I know I'll be needing to play again the dirty games of destiny and I'd have to give up all my cards.

Would I win this time? Or would I get stucked in this cage that I made myself forever?

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