My name is Inessa Alexeyev and this is the story how I died... technically. To understand all of this we have to go back to the start of my relationship with Killian Ritcher, he was a perfect boyfriend: he was tall, blond, blue eyes and sweet. Truth to be told he was a jerk, misogynistic, abusive and manipulative piece of shit. His true colors showed up after two years in our relationship. Oh little detail: we started dating when I was twelve and he was twenty-five. He always said I was more mature than other pre-teen girls or that I would make the perfect wife. I didn't see the end of this thing just because he threatened to hurt me or himself every time I tried to communicate things I didn't like or made me uncomfortable like in a normal relationship but one day I finally found an out: I just needed to kill myself.