Sacred Until The Day I Die

Prologue

The pain is excruciating...like my heart is being ripped out of my chest. I feel hopeless as the desperation takes me, and I fall to my knees, sobbing.
What is the point of life? I kept asking myself all of last week. Do we just work, sleep, work, sleep, never knowing what our purpose is?
There is no love. I had learned that a long time ago. I was taught that love comes at a price, a price I wasn't willing to pay. So now I'm alone, left in a little apartment, with bills stacked on the counter, wondering if I'm already suffering a mid-life crisis. I'm only twenty-two.
I can't stand the pain, so I head to the medicine cabinet. I hesitate. Do I really want to shove a bunch of sleeping down my throat? That's no life, I have to face reality and bare this pain.
I lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling fan. I have work tomorrow...again. There's no love in my life. It's not that I'm not pretty. I'm about average with blonde hair and blue eyes. It's just guys in this town seem like jackasses. As much as I want my life to be interesting-there's no room for guy who are only after one thing.
Somehow, darkness hits me, and for once in about two years, I'm able to sleep without sleeping pills...