Prolouge- Never Bow (Story)

It was five minutes 'til tomorrow, and tomorrow was that day, that dreadful day. I hated nothing more than tomorrow and what it stood for. It is a time of sadness and sorrow. It is a day devoted to a lie. Nothing sickens me more than tomorrow and everyone who celebrates it.1

It was one minute 'til tomorrow. I sat on the couch that faces the grandfather clock that my mother once loved long ago. I tapped my fingers to the steady tick-tock of the old grand-father clock. Only forty-five seconds 'til tomorrow.2

I could just feel the ghosts of the past creep upon me, weighing me down. Thiry seconds 'til tomorrow. They brought dread, sorrow and every depressing feeling that could be thought of. Twenty seconds 'til tomorrow. It began to engulf me like a blanket covering me in the hot summer. Ten seconds 'til tomorrow. This was the worst feeling that could every exist.3

The clock struck twelve and the bells rung. It was today now, this dreadful day. I hate nothing more than today and what it stands for. Now is a day of sadness and sorrow. Now is a day devoted to a lie. Nothing sickens me more than today and everyone who's celebrating it.4

Today is December 25th, Christmas Day. I'm going to sleep now. Today is going to be long, exhausting and pointless. Wake me up when my aunt is banging on the door.5

Sleep. The only thing good for today. The only good thing of life. I expext when we die we just stay sleeping and dreaming. I climb up the stairs and turn to the left. Next stop my room, and my bed. Straight ahead, last door in the hallway. Nearly there, just a few more steps.6

I'm in my room. My bed sits against the wall. I walk toward it and lay down upon it. The full moon shines in through the window. It's the last thing I see before I drift off to sleep.7

I dream. I dream of strange things. The forest. Snow. Darkness. It wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare.8