WereLife
PROLOGUE
PROLOGUE
December 19th
Dear Diary,
Last night was a nightmare… Merlin, how I wish it was all nothing but a nightmare - a figment of an overdriven imagination and too many horror films over the summer! It wasn't though… Last night or maybe this morning - everything in my mind is still so scrambled I can hardly remember anything except for…
Last night I did the thing I was most afraid of. The one thing I dreaded since the madness started half a year ago and struggled the hardest against: I lost control.
I almost killed someone, someone I care about, a friend of mine, and now I have to live with it. But how can I? …how can he?
I used to think the worst feeling in the world was losing someone you care about, but I was wrong. The worst feeling comes the moment that you realise you've lost yourself and that there's no road and no direction for you to find your way back.