The Hands of Time

Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The beginning

12/24/3017
"Life isn't a game once you fall you fall, once you win you win. It's just a piece of **** like a ****** game. My story, be glad if you don't know it for once you've laid your eyes on me the world will stop and you are the next target, and you will see the real me."

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7/27/3013
As I start walking back home I see a girl she was carry all her luggage. She didn't seem important so I didn't mind her but as soon as she saw me she dropped her stuff and came running to me. I just pretended to not see her but she came running to me and then hugged me, what an idiot she is. "Hey you seem lonely, what's your name?" Man she is just a piece of **** but for some reason this feeling of her hugging me feels very nostalgic. "Uhmm if you won't answer then I'll tell you mine's, my name is Marline. What's yours?" With that voice and answer I have no idea how I should respond but I just seem like an order to do so I'll just respond. "Well my name is ..." Then I get interrupted she literally stops right after she asks me to do something what an idiot. "Quickly can we be friends?" That was her answer with a grin, why does she want to be my friend won't she know what will happen to her, but the grin... no her smile makes it seem like she has no care in the world but just wants to help me. this is the first I have seen someone do this for me. "My name is ..." This time she didn't interrupt me something else, no someone else did as I look behind me in the distance I see three guys holding a gun shooting directly at me but it missed and it landed on her that girl who did nothing wrong, who was so innocent and caring had to suffer for everything that happened. I turn around to quickly grab her before she fall but all I see on her is a smile a big kid smile with no looks of regret for this happening. My hands, filled with blood and I place them on my cheeks as it looks like I was crying tears of blood for this hatred and misunderstood death. I then look back at them and take out the gun that was always there hidden in my pocket and threaten to shoot them if they keep on. The look on their eyes make it clear they were terrified of me they had no right to do this someone wanted them to, but I didn't care I'll still leave my finger on the trigger if they don't move. With no choice left then run in fear and it feels like it is all over but then it gets worse. An old woman saw me with the girl in my hands and was calling the police if I imagine, so I have no choice, I didn't want to do this but in the end I  just always do. I just leave her body there dying and take her luggage so it won't go to waste but write her name on a name tag which I always carry around with me, and then I run into the woods...

A/N: Finally I published this chapter it feels so good but I want one request. This story is not about anyone but how I would interpret my life if I was like this or worse and if you see your name here then that was all I can think of it is not about you. Also I don't like saying bad words (which is way I put * where they should be) I can go to a mode which can freak myself out so I try not to think of it only when I am in pain.
>.< The Story Has Just Begun
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