Be my dog

She recalled the words her grandfather had said to her.

"Never love people more than what they deserve if you do then you are giving them the knife to stab you in the back."

Those words sounded too harsh but it was the truth. The people she had blindly loved, and obeyed were the people who stabbed her in the back again and again until she had completely lost all the will to live on.

Her sore, almost lifeless legs took her to the large mirror, the shattered pieces of glasses stabbing her delicate feet, bleeding it, and bloody footsteps trailed on the white floor, completely unfazed by the stinging wound.

The woman before her was indeed beautiful beyond words. Eyes that seemed to be made from pure gold, her hair the darkest night, that face the finest specimen of art. She