Chapter 27

• ~Diana’s POV~
• *The room of death, filled with people I may or may not know. I’m walking slowly, feeling the shackles trapping me, dragging them as I take every step. I don’t think I ever felt this way; sad and depressed, desperate, like I can’t breath. I’m feeling so lonely, it’s unbearable. 
• But also, I want no one here. No one should witness this. No one should witness my death. Yet I look behind and I see you. Why, why did you come? I’m not sure if I should hate you or love you… you are indeed my 505.