Guys!!!!!!!!!!!!

        So, I have the prologue here and I'm not gonna lie, I'm excited to share this. Very excited😗

20th of September.

𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦,

Have you ever tasted dread?

What about panic?

Failure? 

Oh, hold on. You must have tasted defeat, helplessness, and abhorrence.

It was right there at the tip of my tongue at the party. It is right here in me as I write to you. It is dancing in circles, imitating scores of shame and grief and guilt of what I'd done. 

What we had done.

There was something about this place…

They said I looked pretty tonight.

It was pathetic of me to think for a second that my sheer ambiance could stop all they had planned. Everything we wanted to do. Everything we did.

Something about this place sickens me. It made me want to do things. It made me want to feel things. It made me want to wear that dress of shame and crawl in my regrets and stupidity. It wasn't just the four walls of this school…

I stood there amidst the howls of laughter and scores of reckon, looking into her eyes, watching as the pathetic and gut-wrenching cry filled the air, feeding myself with the screams and struggle of her existence, with the life of her cries and yell and screams and panic. Everything that danced in her.

It was the whole place…

I killed her.

Swan Island.

We killed her.

This place...

And should I be proud?

This place!

I think I lost that battle long ago.

Okay, okay, okay...BREATHE!

I know you probably don't understand what you just read, I don't either. But you see this ehn... It's not the beginning.

I am keeping my lips sealed for future purposes but best believe that you will understand what this is all about SOON!

But, for now, what do you think??????

Are you sure that you are ready?

WE MEUVEEEEEEEEEE🤭