My name is irrelevant, I don't know my real name anymore, everyone had their own one to call me: son, big brother, friend, murderer. It's too easy to live a lie but it's hard once you live it like it's the truth, I had spent my life risking everything, only to lose it, in the end u could say it's normal to lose the ones you loved, then why did it still hurt every time?

This all started when I had just passed my GCSE'S, it was time to decide which college I wanted to go to. My best friend, Jake had gone to one of the top 10 colleges in the country, but I didn't want the pressure of going to one of the best, so I opted for a nearby college. It had been going well, I had been studying arts and drama, we all had bonded and worked really well together, but all that was about to be thrown into the bin.

That's when SHE turned up, all the single guys fell to her feet, metaphorically speaking. I was not interested in her, you know when you can sense that someone is going to be trouble, it was like she was throwing money covered in poison. I have to be honest, she wasn't ugly in the slightest, she looked like a movie star, and had the money to flaunt it. It turned out that her father was very rich he was a CEO of a big company. She wasn't interested in the other guys in the slightest, just me, it felt like she was so desperate to get my attention she would do anything, and my cold heart started to be chipped away.