Prolouge- The Day it Started

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Danger. A word that could mean many things. A possibility of something unwelcome, or something that could be of any harm; I was hanging on to a cliff, the rocky ridges feeling like needles in my palm. I heard screaming, lots of it. One scream sounded very familiar, this scream was Loris. My best friend, my partner in crime, she was like a sister to me.

I looked down seeing the hundred-foot drop that would most likely be the death of me. While looking down, my Index and middle finger (from my right hand) fell from the edge. Then my pinky and ring finger, I was only holding my strand of life with my left hand that's until I heard footsteps.

Then I saw icy blue eyes, these were the icy blue eyes I'd grown to love. He got on his knees, He would save me. He would pull me up from this torture and everything would be all right. I would finally live a normal life. We, would. 

He looked at me and whispered, "It's for the best." A tear rolled down his cheek, though he wiped it off quickly. He pulled himself up and stomped on my hand. He told  I let go, my hand was turning numb. I felt the wind in my ears, the humming of the wind was loud and getting louder by the second. I was about to hit the ground until everything went black. 

This is my story. A story of terror, Distraught, Love, Friendship, and most of all, Hatred. If I should tell you my story I should start on the day when my life changed forever. This is the day that would start the beginning of this all, all this terror. 

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