I try and try but I realize that I can't save everyone. I get up from on the blood filled floor and walk over to the jet black gun, I once dropped and looked to see home many bullets were left. As I thought there was one left. With the gun in my hand I left the room to get a piece of paper and a pencil. To write a letter -
Dear Anyone, 18 Oct 2017
I'm sorry. I am so sorry I killed you all. I have no one left that loves me. I didn't/ don't deserve any of you. I was born in the wrong time, as the wrong thing. God gave me hands and arms but I used them for bad. I am sorry you all have to deal with me and my problems. I love you all and I'm sorry I killed you all. You all are the best family I could ever ask for. I am going to leave this world and life knowing I killed the people who meant the world to me. Goodbye forever.
Love you,
Trinity ------
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Then it All Made Sense
HorrorPain. Hurt. Death. This girl wakes up to find her family and everyone she loved dead in front of her and her holding the gun. P.S. Be nice on this one i tried really hard. I'm not used to writing this type of thing.
