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Four years since the pointed, gleaming edge rested against my palms.
Four years since the feeling of power invaded me with the trigger just against my fingertips.
Four years since thick, metallic blood coated my trembling hands.
Four years since I was told I wasn't needed anymore.
Four years since everything stopped.
Living a normal life for years burdened with a secret is something I could handle. I could forget everything and start over. I wasn't needed, so I was free.
Everything went back to normal. I slowly forgot the masked guilt I carried, the traumatizing deaths I've caused.
I was a content person with broken memories, lucky enough to have the normal life I've always longed for, but never had until now.
Just as I thought that everything is over, reality hit me. One afternoon, coming back from school had changed my life, giving me the new, unwanted beginning once again.
The normal life I had presented myself with took years to build up, only for it to come crashing down after one visit.
Having told that I had to repeat unforgettable memories was something I couldn't cope with like I had years ago. I was older, yes, but I had felt freedom; something unknown to me before.
Months of training, and being back on the job depressed me, but I grew used to it again. I didn't expect to come back to it, after being told that I was finally free from it.
The scary part is, I was alone; the safety of the city rested on my shoulders. With fewer assassins on the job, it was obvious that they'd win. They'd take over.
Yet, I still didn't lose hope. Yes, I didn't want to do it, but it wasn't by choice. I had to.
It was more difficult with the boy I love following me everywhere I go. I could do it, I had said. What I couldn't do was deal with the unwanted feelings along with it. Without anyone, it would be easier to focus; to not care. How can I act as if I don't when he forces me to without even knowing it
I still haven't said who I am. I shouldn't say. It isn't important, but I feel obligated to say it aloud.
What's to come next is probably the most cliche thing I'd ever say, but these are the last few times I'd allow myself to 'lighten the mood' before everything starts.
My name is Layla Dangers, and this is the story of how I became an assassin...again.
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