A Twist Of Fate Confuddles Flash And Distorts Zoom

Zoom: 1st November 1976

Dear daily diary,

We used to fight.When I say fight ,I don't mean argue I mean full on fist fight with knives. He used to win -well I did always get hurt but he could never do it.Do what? I hear you ask.He could never kill me. When I was moments away from death,he couldn't kick me off the edge of the roof ,couldn't stamp on my neck or stab a knife through my heart.Finally,I realised that on October the 8th 1947 when he was dawning over me like a curtain with a knife in his hand poised ready to strike and dripping with my blood.His eyes held determination that he was going to kill me but at the last moment pity drowned his eyes and he sprinted into the darkness leaving my virtually unharmed.Pity. A weak feeling had saved my life when a strong hand could of taken it.Suddenly,the Sun had seeped through the window and lit up a note lying on the floor.I read that note and it changed me forever.Not only did it just change me ,it changed me for the better.

I remember picking up the note whilst replaying seeing the pity he had for me.Damp and torn,the paper looked blotchy like it had been cried on.When I opened it,words inscribed on the paper put light on my opinion.The words read: I find it hard to kill you.Since I first saw you,I saw someone else. Every action you did, every thing you said, I would of done and I would of said. Inside you,I saw me.According to my calculations, this is why I won't kill you.Please don't make me kill you for I am afraid if I do I will kill a piece of me.I will lose something that I will never regain.If you do harm any living soul in my city again though ,I will kill you.I don't know how but I will.All things can be conquered.
Flash..