Page 1 of Michael's Awakening
Prologue
Michael
Who could ever love a beast like me? No, not a beast with fangs or claws. My darkness runs much deeper. The kind that makes me despise all that I am. I’m a condemned man who spends my days burning in my own personal hell with no hope for salvation.
At first glance, I seem just like everyone else; I work my ass off and try to get by in this roller coaster called life. Being a prosecuting attorney, most people find me slightly intimidating. But that’s only because I’m damn good at my job and it’s reflected in every move I make in the courtroom. If they knew the real me, they’d see the beast within.
No one knows the secrets I hide.
No one can hear the screams that reside within my mind or see the nightmares that continuously plague me. This darkness is relentless… and cold. It claws just beneath the surface of my skin, turning me into an emotionless and callous shell of a person.
A beast.
The horrors of my past refuse to leave me alone. And I’m afraid they never will. It is a past consumed with pain and such atrocious nightmares that most people can’t even begin to fathom the torments I’ve suffered. My scars run deep, both inside my mind and beneath my clothes, hidden from the world.
But the mirror hides nothing.
It exposes me for what I really am and reveals my every flaw. Every scar given to me out of rage—physical proof of the disappointment I’ve always been.
No, no one could ever learn to love a beast like me. There is no beautiful soul that will awaken me from this darkness that I’m prisoner within and show me the way to the light.
