Dangerous Allure

Have you ever wished the hand that constantly wraps around your throat would squeeze just a little tighter, hold your head down in his lap a little longer so all the hurt, pain and torture would seep away just like your last breath? No? Just me? I think about it daily. I’m not suicidal, but it sounds better and better with each day that passes.

Depravity. Used. Unloved.

Those three words say it all. On the outside, I paint a picture of Happiness, Confidence and Strength. Inside I’m a fraud, but I have no choice. It's a double-edged sword that keeps slashing through the wounds I try so hard to heal.

Secrets. Blackmail. Murder.

It’s senior year, and even that comes with a price. I’m tired of living a lie, tired of being everyone else's puppet. I want out. I want out so badly that I’ll do anything to get out of this town, even if that means selling my soul to the five Cyprus Brothers of Daggerspoint.

Everything comes at a price.

How far are you willing to go to pay for your freedom?