I was walking along this dark and eerie mountain road desperately trying to call Ryan, but every time I did it just went straight to his voicemail. The reason I had got off the car and began walking was not only because I wanted to talk to him, it was also because I was angry.

He knew where I was going. It could only mean that he was tracking me. Even though I had sold my soul, practically, I never liked being controlled. That was the reason I dropped out because a couldn't allow myself to keep on doing the bullies' bidding and I didn't have the source or strength...