"But life it goes on,what can you do?"
She could hear the deep howling of the wind against her windowglass as the tiny droplets of blood slid from her wrist like tears in an innocent face or the rain pattering down in loud drops.
It was comical,how much she loathed the sight of blood,yet when it came to her own,she had no conflictions about inflicting self-harm.
Because she did deserve it,didn't she?
That is what she repeated to herself as the pain turned to cold numbness and all she felt was vacancy.
Her chest constricted.
Too much blood this time.
She was having trouble breathing.
So as the clock striked exactly twelve and a new year had just begun,so had the celebrations and fireworks,the gasping lone figure that lay on a river of red,closed her eyes.
Almost relieved that now she could go somewhere where words weren't stabs and arrows,where she would never have to feel the sting of a whip ever again.
Yet as she felt herself ebbing away,closer to death,a prickling sensation edged up on her.
Just as she was consumed into a world of unconsciousness,she thought,
'I should have bolted the window.'
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A/N:
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SO This was the prologue and the beginning of another beautiful journey with this story.
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Becoming The Mercenary
Action"In Kaligo,you are either lucky enough to be born with a silver spoon tucked in your mouth by your mother or just hungry enough to rise up from the mud and blood that rolls in the street to snatch that silver spoon from those corrupt lords." Zakirah...
