The Dead Killer

Chapter Eleven

I lost track of everything. Especially who I am. I don't even know anymore. Who am I? Who am I not? Why am I here? What is my purpose of life?
You know, I was supposed to know this after I finished high school. Did I know when I graduated? Haha. No. I had no clue. Maybe he should have killed me. Then I wouldn't even be thinking like this right now. You see, you're supposed to fight in life. You're supposed to fight for your beliefs, your family, love, whatever suits you. They never tell you what you should do if you can't fight. What should you do if you can no longer fight? Nobody ever told you that. Maybe I could go back to Jimmy's place. Maybe I can talk to him. Maybe I can convince him that just maybe we both need to just die. Life is always better in the after life. At least that's what they always say.
What do you do if the only person you would fight for is just going to die at the hand of another man anyway?
I'll tell you what you do. You fight. Even if that means your fighting will lead to you dying right beside him.

A/N: so this book is taking some sharp lefts and I honestly didn't imagine these things happening but in order to keep this story going I have to change the layout I originally had for this story. I have PLENTY of ideas for this story, guys. Keep reading :)