The Destiny Writer: Prologue
I didn't know where I was going. I didn't know how I was going to survive. Was I going survive? It would be easier to just be gone.
My feet hit the pavement below in a steady rhythm. The harsh October night pierced through my skin leaving my hands numb. I didn't care. All I needed was to be away from the craziness known as my life. 'Why does this have to happen to me?' I looked at the sky in search of the answer I already knew. 'Because of Walter and his madness, his god damned writing. I swear if he weren't my brother...."
I opened my laptop and logged in. As soon as I was in, I clicked on the folder I'd been working on for as long as I can remember: Hope's Story by Walter Edward Lake. It really wasn't about Hope at first; I needed inspiration so I just wrote down what Dahlia said at the dinner table each night. Whether my sister actually had that interesting of a life or just made it up for the sake of it, I didn't know. All I knew was it made a great sto