1 PROLOGUE

It shouldn't have been me, I felt each day that I deserve a better life compared to this which I'm living. The torture was incomparable to whatever I passed through in the early phase of my life.

The torture had always been there, but this one got at me real hard.

Earlier on, my hair got pulled by the one whom I refer to as the devil's son. Dragged me towards the glass window that led to the balcony pushing me off from the fourth floor into the swimming pool. My body parts seem to get detached from the main system, due to the extent to which I fell and the rate at which I lost blood. My lungs were about to burst due to the amount of water I swallowed.

I lay still on that bed with my whole body seeming on fire. I had developed soreness not just on the external part of my body but also within. The accumulation of this sore set my organs on fire.

The extent to which my body stiffened couldn't be described, I tried moving my lips but they felt glued together.

The only thing I knew was the doctors trying their very best to revive me but it seemed difficult.

I never even prayed to see the light of the day anymore, I gave up my soul for death to take me. Being dead seemed better than staying alive in torture.

Slowly, I was dying. My eyes darkened and started to sting, the light I once saw became a total blackout. My heart seems to reduce the rate at which it beats.

"Eloise! Eloise! Eloise!" A masculine voice called. The voice was familiar. I tried moving my lips to answer but I couldn't.

Lights out!!!