Life was like a game show hosted by the deities, where the rules changed every round. You don’t know where you’ll find yourself the next day or if you’re even alive to witness it.
All I thought was I was going to die at the hands of the man I love, like a dramatic play you’d often see in high school musicals.
Who would have thought I’d be looking at my own body, maneuvered by the man I loathed so much I wished for him to experience the pain I’ve gone through?
I stared at the same pair of Auburn eyes, long black hair, and a body that could demean those women in the world of beauty pageants — that’s what I was partially known for: my beauty.
That’s my body walking towards me, who possesses another. The situation was failing to wrap around my head. I couldn’t help but pinch my arm to wake
