I woke up without much hope for the day.
It was the same. I woke up. I got dressed. I ate breakfast. I went to work. What else was there to do? Not much.
My life was utterly and sadly wasted.
But when I opened my eyes to see a gun, right in my face, I would say I was considerably upset.
"Scream, and you'll die."
So, naturally, I screamed.
I don't really regret it. I was terrified. I had every right to be, didn't I?
The man holding the gun cursed violently at me.
"Are you Alayna McGrady?"
"No???" I shouted. "I'm Alyssa Grady-"
"Damnit!" The man cursed again. "Look, sorry about this, but..."
"Wait! Wait, you totally shouldn't kill me!!" I said, begging for a life I formally found stupid. "I won't tell anyone, I swear!"
He didn't care to hear me out. I frantically looked at the pictures I had framed on the walls...My mom, my dad...my sister...would they even know what had happened to me? I doubted it. This was obviously some FBI gang level crap.
"I really hate when Innocents gets involved..." The man said.
"Wait!" I screamed.
He pulled the trigger. Then, I died.
What? Did you expect a love story? Enemies to lovers? This is life. Real life. Not some Wattpad fairy tale.
So yeah, I died.
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Ficción históricashe died in the year 2023. when she opened her eyes? it's the year 1208.