I am capable of destruction.

I remember my mother telling me to keep my thoughts to myself. Apparently, even they were destructive.

I am fire – not the elemental, pure kind – but the one that destroys everything in its path and never once look back.

I have no regrets.

No, I have regrets. I regret every single lie that slips out of my tongue, I regret every gunshot I hear, I regret the deep wounds I inflict, I regret being broken.

Above all, I regret being lost.

Maybe, it's only due to regrets that I still live, because I know that I have to acknowledge them, amount up to them, someday.

I am capable of destruction and nothing else, not happiness, not care, not hope, not love.

I am capable of burning down everything I touch.

I am capable of tearing down high walls, I am capable of bleeding and I am capable of being torn.

And my only prayer is that, someday, when the tiny, unstable world I've built for myself goes up in flames, I would be capable of letting myself go.

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The Prologue is dedicated to Kassandra Tate aka @famouxx , whose story The Famoux, has inspired me to no end. Her story shows us that everyone can rise and shine, no matter how dire the circumstances are. The only thing that matters is that you have to keep going. Forward.

Each and every character has a lesson to teach and a story to tell. The Famoux tells us the story of the hidden bravery all of us exhibit in fighting our inner demons.