A Haze

PROLOGUE

So, I had this idea. . .

This is a one time deal. As some of you noticed, I took down pretty much ALL of my stories. The reason I took them down is because they aren't edited, they actually have horrible mistakes. As a matter of fact, when I look back on them now, I cringe. I wrote these books before I got good at "show don't tell" and "grammar." Understand these stories are not fixed. However, I know how much some of you would love the opportunity to read them again, one last time, because I took them down without any warning.

For ONLY the month of June, I have decided I'm going to give you guys a treat. I am going to put up all of my stories that were completed. This will not include stories that weren't finished. This is also not going to include the original "BAD THINGS" series. The reason I will not put up the original Bad Things series is because I fixed those books, and I'm currently writing the final book which is the fifth book. I think that after you go back and reread some of these you will understand why I took them down. I think that it will show all of you just how different my writing style is and how I have grown as an author.You won't get the original "His Name Is Lucifer" either because I rewrote it. Hurry up and read them because I'm taking them down by July 1st.

THESE ARE AS IS, THEY HAVE NOT BEEN ALTERED!

UNKNOWN PERSON'S POV

When I walk into my bedroom I'm in a rage, I grab my stereo and throw it, I watch as it flies right out my window.

I'm so tired of hearing "I'm sorry" from all these people, people who don't know what the fuck they're even sorry for.

Everyone keeps telling me thing's are going to get better. People say there is always a light at the end of the tunnel. 

Well you know what I'm thinking? I'm thinking everyone is totally full of shit. 

I'm tired, so damn tired.

I'm tired of fake ass people, I'm tired of the lies, betrayal, deceitfulness, mostly I'm tired of the word sorry. I'm tired of eating, breathing, talking, crying, living...

Once I get into the hallway I throw the bathroom door open and begin looking through different bottles, when I find what I'm looking for I grab it and go back to my room. I grab the bottle of Vodka from under my bed.

I twist the cap of the bottle open and tip it up letting the pills into my mouth, then take a swig of Vodka to swallow the pills, then continue drinking it.

"Fuck Um" I mumble.

Some part of me feel's bad for my family, and friends I know they care about me but I don't I can't care anymore I'm far to numb. I can't live with the humiliation anymore...

Everything feel's dark I can't make light out of any situation anymore, I know damn well I'm responsible some part of me know's what I did was wrong but what they did to me was too.

I turn my head and look at the nearly empty bottle of Vodka as darkness slowly takes me over the bottle falls from my hand...

Darkness pulls me further and further into a swamp of nothingness, a painless black hole.

"CLEAR!" I hear suddenly and see a bright light.