dear jane, again.

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⚠️guns mentioned, death mentioned⚠️

Dear Jane,
     They say when your held at gun point, start talking about your life. It's funny though. Because we were always taught not to talk to strangers, yet the best way to survive the worst stranger of all was to tell them everything about yourself.

Your full name, how old you are, where you grew up. I suppose this is because it humanizes you, it gives the person holding the gun something to empathize with.

Because a few seconds before you were just pray, just a target on a wall ready to hit. But now, your a whole human being. A sister, a son, a teacher, a parent. A whole history that would make it that much harder to erase from the world.

That's why its so much easier for a audience to connect to the hero in every move, because their story always starts from the beginning.

We meat them as a young child, we learn about their interests, what music they listen to, their go to snacks. They probably go through a lot to. Maybe they're abandoned, no family, no home. And they rise from the ashes and use there truma for good, of course we'd root for them.

Where as for the villain, we only meet them once they become the villain. There is no back story. No reason why they are the way they are. bitter, vial, always plotting a evil plan.

But no one ever stops and thinks that maybe these villains have a story to. Maybe they have a favorite color, a favorite food. Maybe they to were once a child with wants and needs that were never quite met.

You were the villain in my life, you know.

You never cared about anything, you were always angry, you always found away to dampen every happy occasion just by being there.

And I hated you for it.

It makes me think..., maybe like all the heros we know and love.., if I had met you from the beginning. If I had known what kind of music moved you, what food excited your taste buds, or if you just told me your favorite color.

I would have empathized more.

Regards, Martha.

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367 words (discarding this)

I have no plot in mind for this but imma make it still. It'll probably be sad AF lol.

Bye✨️

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