Kill. It's no big deal.
Until you do it.
You'll be pounded by the guilt. It’s some sort of karma, quite a cycle. Thankfully, after a number of weeks, months or years - it's only a passing memory. It becomes nothing serious, nothing you'll regret of doing. It’s just another ordinary moment of your life. That's how I feel.
To tell you the truth, I wasn’t a hoodlum, and I definitely wasn’t an occasional delinquent. I was just a quiet, meek person living under the roof of a vicious aunt. Living a dangerous life wasn’t very likely.
My aunt made my life a living hell. Although I never complained, she always found a way to ruin me. Sometimes, I wonder if we're even related.
By next week, I would be sitting my ass down in juvie. How harsh could it be? Staying there could even be nicer than the piss hole I lived in with my aunt. What are the odds?
Maybe - just maybe, I could start living my life like a normal person – well, as normal as it can get.
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After the Gold
Teen FictionI ran as fast as I could. My chest was pumping so hard. Tears were painfully trickling down my cheeks. I didn't know what I'd do next. I wiped the tears with the bloody fingers I'd never trust again. My conscience was killing me. I couldn't endure m...
