This is a story that I came up with randomly some times last month. So far, I've written half way into chapter two.

Hope you all like it

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PROLOGUE

Watching you fall they can't help but wonder where it is you will land. Having witnessed you stumble and fall a million times before along this path alone, not one of them know where you are going to end up. You say you're merely on a quest to find yourself but everyone around you can see that you're further away from the truth than when you departed. You refuse to tell anyone what is going on in your mind and, furthermore, you deny any help that is offered to you, saying that you can do this on your own without anyone else beside you, lending you the hand they know you crave but never ask for. 'This is my journey' you tell them. 'I can arrive at my destination by myself'. What you didn't realise then and what you still don't realise now is just how difficult this journey is and how you have forced everyone to sit back and watch you destroy yourself as you wander off the road you were on and onto another that is leading you towards the path of destruction.