Maya Adisti
Prologues

Tonight, I stand on the balcony of my apartment, holding a glass of red wine half-full. Again, drop by drop my tears fell. Passing through the cheeks, leaving a trail and falling on the tip of the chin.

My whole life I never put up with booze, but tonight I really enjoyed it.

I don't know how many litres of tears I've shed. The feeling of heat and pain in the eyes does not necessarily eliminate tightness in the chest. It feels like my spine was also broken pierced by reality.

I-i know. My eyes were already very swollen, but all the emotions I let out through crying did not necessarily make this regret go away. Like something's missing in the soul but I don't know what.

I let out a heavy sigh, my brain is already getting messed up. Ants, tangled with sweet memories that slowly stab. If time could be repeated, maybe I wouldn't do that.

"Kill! Kill it! Kill it!"

I close my ears and shake. I really did check. The whispers again-to not let me breathe quietly. I don't know what that means, what I don't know.

"Kill! Kill it! Kill it!"

I looked up my head, staring intently at the city lights that were twinkling beautifully. This place contains a million memories. I don't have anything right now. The luxury and all its glitter disappeared instantly.

I growled in annoyance, my gaze turning into anger.

"Who should I kill? Who should I end his life? She?" my inner.

I closed my eyes. Remembering all those pieces of memory.

"Y! I know the answer! I know what it means! I know who I need to eliminate!" inner again.

I kept my glass on the balcony table and walked back into the apartment. I spread my eyes around every corner. My heart was getting sliced, splitting into small pieces.

I walked gontai. I don't know how many days I let only the liquor into my body. My body is strong, yet limp at the same time.

I turned around, looking at myself in the closet mirror. My hair is disheveled. My face is pale and my lips are dry. The lingerie I was wearing was worn.

I smiled cynically, laughing at my own stupidity. Well, only this can atone for all my sins and naivety.

I walked back outside. My steps were heavy and staggering. I went to the kitchen drawer with a long knife.

I smiled back at that thing. It's all gonna be over soon. Suffering, sacrifice, misery, anger, disappointment, longing and also love.

I'll catch up, go to him.

I headed to the bathroom. Without closing the door I entered the glass room. Ah, here also created a very intoxicating memory. I pensively for a moment. Feel the pain in the heart that is becoming.

Without fear and doubt, with all my might I threw down the knife I held with all my might towards the stomach. It felt like my whole joint was breaking. My breath suddenly choked like it was hanging in the esophagus.

"Is this what we call dying?" my inner.

My body began to shake and daze, with the rest of my energy I had pushed the knife down. Let him tear the rest of my body.

It's over, I just want it to be over.

I widened my eyes. I feel that stuff sticking for sure. I fell, my hands were wet and when I saw my palms were red. The coldness of the floor felt translucent to the heart. I smiled at the scent I had never tasted before.

I groaned, suddenly my eyes felt heavy. I'm sleepy. Is this just a dream?

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