Prolougue

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My mother used to call me a maniac jokingly. But right now I was wondering if that was true. I looked down at my hands, covered in blood that wasn't mine. How could I have done this? 

I had been so blindsided by revenge, I hadn't stopped to think this through. And then I had become what I set out to destroy. I had become the villain in someone else's story. I had become a murderer. 

I looked down, onto the rain soaked cobblestones, seeing myself standing there, wondering when I had changed so much, wondering when I had become a different girl from the one that stepped into that stupid elevator all those days ago. Wondering if I could ever return to being that girl.

I collapsed into the water, crouching on my knees, allowing myself to be soaked. I didn't deserve to be the one that lived. I wanted to cry, I felt my eyes start to moisten. No.

 I didn't deserve to cry. I needed to avenge the murder that I committed, or die trying.

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