Chapter One - Is This The End?

A day like any other, another day living in misery, and constant aggression.

The world doesn't always give you what you want. Sometimes you have to fight just to keep breathing.

A great building with... beautiful structure... With the highest range of technology and teaching staff. They promise to form integrated people... With a high moral value and not only academic.

On the outside, all these students look like smiling angels. But not everything is as beautiful as it looks on the outside... Is beautiful on the inside... Sometimes..... We judge before our time.

- "I'm going to die here..." - I whisper like a puff in the wind.

A teenage girl no more than 14 years old. She was leaning and crawling on the walls, with blood stains on her clothes and a clear wound on her forehead. From which she was spurting, forming small puddles of the crimson liquid on her way.

Her legs began to fail her... causing her to crash to the floor... Her vision became more and more blurred... a sea of memories came to her... All her life... It ran... Like a movie... She hoped to survive one more day in this hell.

- "Just stop fighting the inevitable, your time has come...." - A dark cloak... Those bony hands.... that approached her... To give way to eternal rest.....

- "NO" - She screamed with all her strength, causing her wounds to open even more..... her body was already bruised and full of bandages.... They were completely stained... Of that carmine liquid...

- "Only one more day" - Whispered... Before that being that had appeared to her more than once....

The first time she saw him... It was the day she lost her mother... That event was the only omen of the descent into hell that would be her life...

- "Please" - She begged with tears that were stained red from all the wounds on her face.

- "I don't understand, why go on living? If your life is so miserable."

- "I don't..." - The blood was trickling down her lips, cooff.... Coof... - "You would understand... You said it yourself..." - She smiled sweetly.

That scene would be etched as one so beautiful that it would be portrayed as a canvas..... The smile of acceptance... And love towards life before Death.

ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ

Ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ, ʟɪꜰᴇ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴏɴ, ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ... ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ... ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ.