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Post by Yoru on May 2, 2009 23:41:22 GMT -5
~*~Your POV~*~
He died. My love since childhood, Rusty McKenzie. He was once my fiance, when he was alive, but it was called off when he died. I went into grief and denial. I didn't leave my room for hours, ignoring my friends and family when they tried to talk to me, to comfort me. I just pushed them away. But when I finally came out, I was different, no longer the happy, hyper, over talkative , and childish, enthusiastic, energetic girl, but a cold, uncaring, emotionless, sadistic, empty girl who's soul purpose now was to avenge my lover. My fiance's killer would die by my hands, and my hand's alone. When people saw what I had become they thought I was a b*t**, but what would you do if your fiance was killed before you got to say good bye? That's all I wanted, was to say goodbye but now I couldn't, I had to kill the one who made my world crumble to piece's, who killed my fiance. I would avenge him and put him to rest in peace, be able to finally say goodbye, like I never got to.
~*~End POV~*~
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