I, Anastasia Raven, had no regrets in life simply because I lived my mundane life to the maximum. I took what I wanted and did what I wanted with no regard for any other human lives besides my own because I was a survivor, a winner, and a queen and excelled in my life in all aspects.

But as I look over at my bloody corpse from a distance in my ghostly form, I start to think about what I even did with my 28 years of life.

Life was easy for me growing up in a mansion with everything provided for me, money and wealth were abundant, and I had no worries. My photographic memory and intelligence helped me excel in academics, and I soared over my useless peers.

My Hispanic heritage made me gorgeous. I had the darkest hair that went beautifully well with my dark brown orbs. My curves and looks made me the most sought-after person in my school, and even after school, they helped. I was beautiful on the outside, for that matter.

My soul was grey, dark even, and I knew that, and it didn't bother me. I was different, but I was better. I didn't know how to react to certain events, but I learned, mimicked, and excelled. It came easy to me to fake a smile that everything thought was real no one ever had a doubt.

All besides Alisha. Alisha knew deep down I was a bad person, evil perhaps, but I was definitely the villain in her story. She wasn't the hero by any means, but I was the wicked witch, and she acted that way, which made me feel things for her.

I didn't think I could have feelings of love, but Alisha proved me wrong.

She taught me the importance of friendship. Even if it was a manipulative and toxic friendship, it was a friendship nonetheless. I liked our friendship and wouldn't have it any other way with Alisha by my side. She was my best friend, and I was hers. We completed each other and balanced each other.

She was my queen, my everything, and I was simply her knight in shining armor. I would do anything she asked of me with a smile.

So, when I heard her boyfriend cheated on her, I obviously had to do something, meaning kill him. I never told her it would happen, but she had her thoughts because she knew I killed people, especially cheaters. She was okay with it because if she didn't, she would be dead. She knew I couldn't bring myself to do it but let me keep my tough act.

But I never in a thousand years would have guessed what would transpire after such a simple act of death...

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well, that's the prologue. i am so ready!

i kinda hate this :(

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