INFLAMMATORY LOVE

Weak, troubled, disastrous, catastrophic, unlucky, all these are just but a few words to describe Mona Campbell's incredible life. Every day she lived, she felt like she struggled to breathe leave alone exist. It's not that she hadn't travelled far and wide to seek and find or chase her dreams to every corner of this damned life. But the fact that she felt like everything she touched turned to ashes, and all the forces of the earth literally ganged up on her to demeanor her glorious magnificent self then what else in this life could she even dare to live for when everything was just falling apart and crumbling down at the mercies of her feet?? It has been a sad life story for Mona Campbell and for as long as she has lived, but all that is about to change, at least something new something good something worth her while. She hoped, she believed, she really wanted to belong somewhere. If not to anyone or anywhere at least to herself. To live a dream and to love it.

Kangai_26 · Urban

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16 Chs

PROLOGUE

MONA CAMPBELL'S POV

The room was dark with no windows, only ventilations looking like mini windows. To the furthest corner was a pail that served as the WC. Then there was me abutting the door, coiling my body inside my arms, trying so effortlessly hard to bury my shame but my tears couldn't stop streaming and gushing out like a river that just burst its banks. The cold floor kissed my skin perfectly I could only shiver in the darkness. It felt like I had literally walked myself right into a vicious nightmare, only I did see it coming and ignored the red flags. I could hear voices speak but their faces I couldn't see and when they asked why I cried so hard I cried even harder. My heart pounded in my chest with so much anger and at the same time felt like molten lava was eroding inside burning my chest like hot embers causing me uneasiness to breathe. The lump that formed in my throat made it hard for me to swallow my own saliva, I clenched my fists against my body so hard inducing pain to parts of my skin but at that moment I was numb, I couldn't feel any pain or was it that I had grown immune to it? I didn't know and it didn't really matter. I closed my eyes painfully tight and hoped to get out of the nightmare, not that I even had the slightest idea how, I just really wanted to hope I would and if I couldn't, I couldn't help thinking that maybe it was the ultimate end for me.

A string of unanswered questions criss-crossed my mind in sixes and sevens, but even the mere thought of thinking those thoughts hurt like a b****. My mind wandered tirelessly trying to solve puzzles that couldn't be solved, seeking answers that couldn't be sought, and I couldn't help feel like the worst human being alive. What was it that I did wrong? How was it that it was only me? Why did it have to get that far? Was it the money? The pregnancy? The pressure? Your damned sister? Or my existence? Which one out of all of this was it? Because clearly it seemed a little more personal than it looked.

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She did it this time, she really ruined my life and made sure I was too broken to pick myself up, and now I'm stuck between my past and future, something they call the present.

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