My skin is soft, my heart is stone. I'm always serious. My gun does the work for me. My name is unknown to many. But my works are known to the world. Welcome, to my hell that I love and abuse.
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Days past and everyone was still recovering. Mad bomber and his mafia out numbered us. 10 people vs 200. Great. I had a meeting with my last sniper on where to hide and how to recover. At the meeting, we sat in my room because we no longer had any available rooms. " Hallo, Marilyn. Da wir nur noch zehn Leute haben, können wir aufgeben und aufgeben."he said. (Hello, Marilyn. Since we only have ten people left we might as well give up and surrender.)Nein! HeIch werde nicht aufgeben. Je. Geh und renn weg, aber ich werde noch einmal aufbauen. Du wirst zu mir zurückklettern." (No! I won't surrender. Ever. Go ahead and run off, but I will build up once more. You will come crawling back to me.) I slammed my hands on the table, angry. He wasn't scared. And he just learned back on his chair. He got up and walked out of the room. I ran to my bed and cried in my pillow. I couldn't believe I was responsible for so many men's lives. I had PTSD (post tramatic stress disorder) by now. I calmed down and went out over to where Jade Blake and Mason were sitting and sat next to them. After ten minutes of brutal silence, I got up and walked to my room again. I sat at my desk and wrote a letter to all three of them. "Jade- you are my first best friend and you mean a lot to me. I saved you because I knew how you felt with Giuseppe treating you like an object as a slave. He did the same to my mother right after murdering her and dumping her on the side of the highway. You deserve to live and be happy after all this shit. Blake- You were my first boy best friend and you helped me a lot. When you and Jade were in love I couldn't be happier. You helped me survive and make the right decisions. Treat Jade right. Thanks for being there for me. I love you. Mason- My first boyfriend ever. You didn't rush things. The second you walked in my room I knew we would have a connection. My first kiss meant something. Especially from you. Keep the Polaroid. I love you so much. P.S. Im going to Germany, my home land. In Nuremburg more specifically. I booked you all a flight to Italy! See you in the next life. (Suicide is my way out)" I left my signature and put the note on my bed. I packed and left through the front door. I threw the suitcase in the back of the taxi and left for the airport. The plane started to move as I cried, looking out of the window. Hours later, I saw the land below me and how pretty it was.
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