Chapter 4 - Dear God

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(A/N) Hallo. Sorry I haven't updated in a while. School started and I got busy with a cockroach problem... Any hoo, I have put a lot of time into this one, because his emotion is so strong. Here we go! 

What have I done. I killed a man. This was a real live human being I just brutaly murdered. Oh dear god. He had a family. Friends, unlike me, where if I dissapeared, it would be a travesty to science. But that would be it. I have no family, and hardley even one friend. My death would go unnoticed. Good lord what am I thinking! of course someone would notice it.

As I continue to walk home, the guilt subsides. I had done the right thing. I had avenged that poor woman. I finally get to the apartment complex. I shamble up upstairs to my apartment the orginization had provided for me and plop down on the couch, running a distressed hand through my already untidy hair. I look at the clock. 9:00 P.M. I don't think it would be too late to call her. I fish my blue flip-phone out of my pocket and dial her number. My one and only friend. Her name is YUNO GASAI! Just kidding, that's an Anime. No, her real name is Hanna. She hasn't been my friend for long, in fact I want to ask her out. But how the hell do you do that if you are basically in the friend zone? Maybe I will just do it tonight. Yeah, tonigh- "Hello?" Her voice blares through my foggy mind. "Oh, uh h-eeeeey" I say. Welp, so much for being chill. "Who is this?" Hanna says. "Oh, yeah, sorry. Hey hanna. It's Jackson, I was wondering if you wanted to come over? Ya know, just to hang out and maybe watch a movie or something?" I say. I wait a moment. I hear papers rustling. "Uhhhh, let me just see quick." More papers. "Yeah! sounds good! I can be over there in just a minute! see you then!" click. I shut my phone and shove it back in my pocket. I sigh. It's friday, so that means testing starts at Two P.M. Uggghhh, I hate saturday tests. they always consist of me being shoved under a giant garbage comressor until the scientists see my fucking bones are about to break. I am watched all. day. Long. The center of attention. God, I hate that.

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