It was only that day I realized I was in hell, fighting for my life with every ounce of strength, travelling discreetly, stealing food, and finding a place to sleep peacefully, yet this is only the beginning for me.
Everything is a closed door as if Heaven does not want me to enter them, though my beliefs in God vanished before the Traitor Agreement established.
"Hey honey! If we find this guy, we can keep on gambling!"
"WIth that money I can kill him!"
"With that a lot of money I can get a ton of make up!"
Everywhere I roam, people's mouths won't stop spouting nonsense, immoraly or not, the Bounty on my head can achieve their deepest desires, even children wanted the money for themselves as the world crumbled down, it only took than 1 month for the economy and addiction to my Bounty to be completely destroyed.
I've been hiding for all my life which is a blessing for me to not fight the mad dogs who can instantly recognize me, killing the innocents, senior citizens, even children... I have too much blood on my hands.
Thinking about the past, I should've ended myself sooner but-
"Found you!"
I began to run. "Everyone he's there!" No no no no!
"Give me your head!"
No no no no no no no no I don't want to do this!
"Give me drugs!"
GODAMNIT!
..........
Why does the world... hate me?
I feel like I'm in hell. My hand cannot feel the weight of my gun and combat knife due to numbness as I stand on the pile of dead people, pointing my gun on my head and without hesitation, I pulled the trigger to set myself free.
I've survived for a month but I could not do it anymore. Maybe I can stay in the void and sleep for eternity, until I opened my eyes once again.
"Ah, you're awake. I believe your current prescription was not working and your neighbor saved your life."
Wait... what month is it?
"Oh, its July 11th, 20xx"
July 11th... and what happened to me exactly?
"You were having an Episode and began to have a Seziure."
That's right, at that time, only one person was not affected by the Traitor Agreement, my widowed neighbor, Sabrina.
Or was it all in my head due to my mentality?
Why did the world that I love, hates me?
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