I. Prologue

Do we ever truly have any control over our lives? Every step we take, every decision we make somehow impacts our lives, others' lives, the air, the sound, every single little thing around us. But are we in control? The consequences of our actions are what control our lives. What are the consequences of my actions?

Every person strives to be the best version of themselves, no matter how they go about it. We all have good inside us and we can't wait for others to notice, praise the good person we had been, become, or will one day, maybe, hopefully, be. Am I a good person? Are you a good person?

I gripped the scissors tightly in my hand with my knees bent to my chest and my hand over my mouth. I begged anybody that was listening to end this. I sat in the pitch-black abyss, tears streaming down my burning cheeks. This was the single scariest thing I had ever experienced. Nothing will ever compare. He walked into my room, his boots leaving dirty mud prints on my cream coloured carpet. I watched him from the gap in between the wardrobe door. Cries erupted from the room next door and he rushed to silence them. It was my older brother Maximilian. I watched them kill my mother and father; we were the only ones left. They were titans. I could tell by the way they were dressed. Max taught me to never interfere or get involved with them. They wore black masks over their mouths and leather coats. One of their swords was placed across his back. Blood drops followed his every step. I closed my eyes and placed my hands over my ears as screams and sirens began to fill my head.

I felt myself falling into the abyss and I had no control. There was nothing but darkness. I felt a pain inside my chest, the air compressing to the lining of my lungs. I tried to grab onto something, anything, but there was nothing. Emptiness. Darkness. What happened? How did I end up here? My mouth parted briefly in an attempt to scream out for help, but who was going to help me? There was nobody listening. Perhaps this was it. I had died and this was death. Empty, cold, and dark. The air crushing my lungs was definitely a pain I could associate with death.

I'd hoped that after a while I'd get used to the lung-crushing pain and the fear of finally hitting the concrete I hoped was beneath me because anything was better than nothing, but time was standing still and I was still falling. Perhaps this was my time to reflect. What had I done? Why was I here? What was my name? What is my name? I can't recall my own name. Or my age. I can't find a likeness in my mind to associate with my face or anyone's face. Who am I?

"Don't worry Daisy, I won't hurt you." I felt somebody lift me into their arms as he whispered through his mask. I laid in his arms, trembling, too afraid to say a word. There was no escape from the sinking feeling inside my chest that remained. He carried me into his home and laid me down in a small, children's bed. The duvet was covered in cartoons, like he had been watching me, planning to bring me there all along. He turned off the light and closed the door behind him, locking it. I sat motionless with tears in my eyes. I didn't have the guts to try the door or even attempt to escape from him. I just laid my head down on the pillow and closed my eyes. This was it; this was the end. I had finally hit that floor that I hoped was beneath me and it hurt even more than I had anticipated.

After several hours of nothing, chaos took over the room behind the wooden door. Yelling, fighting, and screaming, somebody was coming to save me - I just knew it. A dark shadow effortlessly pulled the door off its hinges. Enveloped by a black mist, like the god of death, he hardly looked like a person. Shadowed by darkness. He lifted me into his large arms and carried me out of the titan's house. He didn't say a word and nor did I have the courage to question him, before he handed me to a man named Dorian Lockwood and the nightmare had come to an end.