Break Me, Heal Me

My life was good. My life was normal. My life was stolen away in the blink of an eye. At eighteen-years-old, I was kidnapped and sold. Purchased by a couple who'd put their life savings into rescuing a stranger, with only one request... I'd befriend their mentally-unwell son. So, I did. And he made it easy, being everything I needed to escape the darkness in my own head. But it was all lies. I was never meant to be a friend. I was here for a purpose, a means of controlling someone they couldn't. Someone volatile and unpredictable.

My looks were profitable. My voice, too. But talent didn't make a person successful. It always came down to who you knew, and I knew lots of bad people in high places. I sold my soul to a devil in a fancy suit. And he put me in front of the world. I was more than a rockstar; I was a pawn, and he had me exactly where he wanted me. With my songs calling pretty fans to the darkness where devils like him waited.