"When will they understand? When will they believe us?" I looked up to him, the heat in the small room building up.
"When they're all dead," Lights blazed into the room as the chaos began.
"When will they understand? When will they believe us?" I looked up to him, the heat in the small room building up.
"When they're all dead," Lights blazed into the room as the chaos began.
Prologue
Let me give you a distinct picture of this thing. Well, picture a still body of a seventeen year old. The body in stillness is on a bed which is drenched in blood and what may or may not be...