Torment

Prologue

Warning book contains violence and foul language not intended for young readers or the squeamish. Lol well maybe not that bad but I warned y'all anyway. Enjoy!!

My name is Skylar Evans and I'm 20 years old.

I've been bullied and abused my whole life.

I grew up in an orphanage. A cruel one, where mothers left babies on the doorstep not caring what happened to them or how they were treated.

The night caretaker use to tell us bedtime stories. But not happy ones... They were horrors. Myths and legends. One in particular she told us many times... Her favorite, I've now had memorized. It was one about a creature so violent. So terrifying and powerful. He was known as many things. Soul eater, baba yaga, prince of hell and darkness. He was the gods damn devil.

It was a bedtime story that put images in ones mind. They haunted me.

I was 8 when I was adopted. My mother was a drunk. My father was a jiggalo. He was never home, and when he was he'd always have some chick hanging off him.

My mother was always passed out by that time. A lost cause. She'd yell at me if I didn't have the house cleaned or my homework done. She'd tell dad and he'd hit me for it, if I was lucky. I always had to have perfect grades too. At least they left me alone at night instead of telling me horror stories.

Telling you my life was hard is an understatement. My life, was a living nightmare.

School was worse. I was tormented. Tortured. I was outnumbered day after fucking day. Some people just bullied me for looking their way. I always had my head down. Hiding. Trying to be invisible. I couldn't be anywhere without someone saying or doing something to me. And Conner. He was the worst of all.

Revenge was something I've only dreamed about. It came true the day I walked right into the devils hands... And I became unstoppable.

But before this, you need to know how all this came to be. You have to know that this isn't your average everyday story. This isn't the kind of story you read your children at night like the princess bride. This story is dark. It's cruel. It's a reverse fairy tail. A dark nursery rhyme. This is my story, and I was now the living nightmare.

So if you feel the need to know my story then continue. But mark my words. You will get what's coming to you. Because I believe in a life, for a life.

Karmas a bitch, and it's coming for all who scorned me.