Contingency (21 page)

Never again would I allow myself to love. Never again would I allow myself to trust. The only friend I trusted tried to kill me, and the only man I ever loved was ripped from me by the fucking fates that be. I wasn’t going to let fate control my destiny any longer, fate could kiss my ass. From here on out I would make my own destiny.

Still thinking you know me? Still think you can judge what I’ve been through and what I’m capable of by my appearance? You would have to look much deeper to even catch a glimpse of the emotions I have buried deep inside myself. Not even my outer scars can truly reflect what I’ve been through, those are just cheap knock offs of the real ones I’m carrying on the inside. Yeah, I ended up surviving everything that I’d been through, but I’m pretty sure I’ll never be the same person I was yesterday, even if my yesterday did last weeks in another century.

THE END