











Prologe... maybe
there's a lot of misteries in this world
many of which should never be solved,
and yet,
I've taken into my own hands
the solving of a mystery that could cost me my life.
"Why?" you ask.
"what could be so important that you would actually risk dieing?"
I have to say,
I'm not sure.
But I won't give up...
and one day, I'll make it,
I'll be able
"to see her again."

















Bitter Sweet-draft 1 ch1
Chapter 1
I wake up to the damp smell of spring. My room is in the farthest corner of the mansion; hidden at the end of the hall in the second floor. I chose this room myself. I wanted to be far away from the hassle of family life. How long have I been here? I wonder. One, two, eight months? I'm not sure; I can't even tell the difference between day and night anymore. I used to be able to tell by the calm sound of passing traffic during the day, and the howl of gun shots at night. I heard the cries of babies constantly. Just a whimper from them makes me irritated; I couldn't even sleep. That is far behind, or is it? My mind won't let it die.



















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