Ironic, huh? To keep that part of me alive, I have to be close to that which kills it.

Because I know what it feels like to be used, valued only for what you can do... not who you are, not who you want to be.

The heart that truly loves never forgets.

You have my word. If you return with me, you won't be harmed. I'd die first.

Ironic, huh? To keep that part of me alive, I have to be close to that which kills it.

All my life people have called me gifted. Extraordinary. Blessed. I had all these dreams to become something. Someone. No one ever said I couldn't. No one ever said Killer.

I respond, thoughts dropping away, like pebbles plopping one by one in water, sinking down, down into dark oblivion.