Prologue

**Some language may cause discomfort for some readers. I have replaced them with an asterisk (*)\, but it may still contain some sort of violence. Thank you for your understanding. **

Almost all witches in fairy tales are evil, with warts on their face, the cauldron with slimy green toxic-looking liquid that they mix, a hut they live in located in a dense forest, they cackle they let out as a laugh. It’s known as the classic witch, in those dark English folk and fairy tales.

“F*cking f*gots! You could’ve killed them like… 2\, 3 metres away! You…!” A sigh. “I’m out. You b*stards can play on your own.” Another sigh. A grumble from her stomach. Tick. Tick. Tock. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tick. Tock. Tock. Tick. Tock. What’s the time? Swinging her head towards the clock on her right\, a crack from her neck. Ow. Oh sh*t. It’s 6am. Sh*t. F*ck. Well\, not that I have classes still\, she thought. I should sleep. She got into her comfy bed\, her eyes droopy from staying awake since 5 the previous morning. A blaring ring.

“Can I not get any sleep?” She got up to get the landline. “I should throw that one away. Ugh. Wait\, what?” Dizzy. Dizzy. Very dizzy. “Sh*t. No\, not now. Please\, not now.” It happened. F*ck. She passed out again. Living by herself wasn’t easy. It never was. Never was\, isn’t now\, never will.

When she woke up, she was at the hospital. “Argh. What the hell,” she muttered under her breath, her head throbbing. She got up, still sitting on her bed.

“Alexis Lu. I swear I told you to eat,” a man said. “SO WHY THE F*CK DIDN’T YOU?!”

“B*tch I didn’t eat, not didn’t hear,” she replied. “And. Just call me Alex. There’s only two letters to drop. Not that hard, you turd.” He scoffed. He slapped. Her pain. Her regret. His regret. Her disbelief.

“S-s-sorry!” He ran. Like how I ran from my problems. Deja vu. D*mn it. That stupid memory. Tch.

“Tch. People think a single ‘sorry’ can cut it. It obviously won’t. I despise them the most.” She felt her left cheek where she’d been slapped. Pain. “I deserve it\, don’t I?” A frown. Pain. Regret. “I couldn’t save them…” A tear. Two tears. A sob. A sniffle. A thought. A grave. Two names. A couple. An accident. Two deaths. A tragedy. A motive. A story that you’ll probably forget after reading… *slaps author* An unforgettable story.

Who knows? Maybe, you’ll be the one that figures this out. Or perhaps, you’re just here because you’re bored. Anyway, enjoy! :)

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