prologue

Josephine's POV

My clock is ticking.Its the only sound in the middle of the night. I can hear the emptiness of this darkness around me.Its almost palpable.

I thought being invisible will clear my troubles.But I didn't know then,I was able to be exceptionally invisible. I built the walls around me.Now I'm trapped inside this.

Time ticks by.It's around 2 in the morning. Yet the angels of sleep fly far from me. But I didn't know then that I tied a knot around my throat that would not suffocate me, but make me breathing dead.

Abraham's POV

It's 2 in the morning. Moana would be barking mad.But I don't want to stop. The illusion is consuming me inside out.Late night DJ parties, the deafening sounds, the scorching lights, grinding bodies,throats gulping down hard liquor, hot steaming flesh against flesh.It's so not me.But this is the best place to let out the growling frustration with in you.

Tyler & Jake are digging their ways into the flesh of those painted girls.The sight of them sickens me. They are all imposters. painting faces ,nails,hair & what not to become someone they are not.

But I'm not any different. I'm too the same. I have the little benefit of being a man by having a bit of sanity left somewhere deep down that shows me I'm the jokerface hiding the deep broken piece of shit below.

Can I loose that sanity too,to become completely insane? I may be able then to not to think of me then. I don't want this repercussion to curve the living grave inside me. I'm the one buried living. I want to be exceptionally invisible.