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I cannot believe my ears, yet I was hoping that it wasn't true. I was hoping that she didn't do it for the sake of her, and fuck I wasn't supposed to feel this horrible for a life that I didn't take. I know how hard this can be, but the darkest parts of me asked the most selfish questions.
Will she forgive me? After all of the shit I've done. After all of the lives I took, after all of the bloodshed? Does this mean that she could help me without breaking me because she's been through the same thing?
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The car ride there had me anxious, which I've barely been l in my life, My brother is okay, thanks to her, why is it her that always wants to save people but herself? She needs to be safe and the safest she would be will be far away from me, other than our therapy sessions.
I pulled up to the half abandoned house, the driver pulling in as fast as he could. My chest was aching out of my chest, I understood the feeling of killing someone, your first. I hated it, for years I was an entire different person it was hell. I saw his face in my brain everytime I closed my eyes, it felt horrible.
I couldn't care less anymore, sometimes when I look at the blood draining from their body it makes me excited. I remember when all of them tried to do it to me, call me psychotic, crazy, or weird but it felt so good that I just gained more. I never killed her though, after all she did to me after how bad she hurt me I couldn't do it.
I loved her.
She broke my heart. The Don's Heart. It's like she didn't care, she faked her love for me as mine grew. I never thought that I needed therapy I never wanted it, but I don't think it's therapy that's helping me.
It's her. She's intriguing, mysterious, kind and sometimes kind of rude like that time she slapped me in the office.
——— RECAP
"GET THE FUCK OUT!" I yell as her face morphs into sadness, then into pure rage. I was hoping she'd left as I closed my eyes about to steady my feet to walk when I felt a harsh pain on my face. My body rushed to anger as I grabbed her hand, my first instinct was to pull out my gun.
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I smile to myself, other than the part where I almost killed her we have had some nice sessions, nice talks and some angry talk all in a short time span. I want to get to know her a little bit more, find out more. I'll look her up or have my team do it. ——-
We pulled up to the building she was supposedly being held at, as I stepped out of the car I saw tire marks leading to the direction that we came. I rushed into the building barely stopping to push the knob and instead breaking the door.
