He had cold hands. I remember that now. His hands, his lips, even his eyes were cold looking back now. His name was Jake. Jake Ratdall. I would be wrong for me to say I didnt like Jake. I loved him like someone does a sibling or stuffed animal. I dont know if he even knew I was alive back then. I was only a kindling at the time, while Jake had already acheived his goal at the age of only 14. Prince (he was to yourng to be called king) of Darkness.If only I'd known what I knew now. About his plan. About it all. But this story Isnt about me. Or my choices that led me to where I am today. Its about a world known as Carrie.
The world that trapped my mind for over seven of the worst and best years of my life.
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