It started with the end, something like the drop of a curtain. A white veil in a haunting in-between calling my name. The last word hanging on the edge of a sentence. And then, nothing. I remembered nothing. I didn't have time to remember anything when the danger made itself known-the village wanting me dead. There was only time for survival then. Pain. Suffering. I should be, killed. I deserve much worse, yet I continue to linger in spite of it. And the only reason I tell you this, love, is because my story is not yet, over. I am still here. For you, sweet girl. Because you will finish this legacy, I have made and turn it to ruin. Wake Me Up is unsuitable for those under the age of eighteen, due to adult language and graphic violence

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