Anonymous POV
"Why?"
Is what went through my mind as I lay on the floor bleeding out " why? What sin have I done... to deserve this?" I thought, I have two bullet wounds in my chest and one that went through my head that barely missed my brain.
Ah, thats right, sorry. I guess I lost my manners through the holes in my chest, heh. The names Tiezee, Tiezee Procerus, which Procerus means "tall" in Latin. It seems kinda humarious to me considering that Latin is a dead language and very few people do and I'm short, but my family is tall.
"How did this happen?", "Whats my story?" Well I'll tell you...
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Sorry, I'm new to this whole writing-thing and I'm obviously bad at writing summerys so please be nice and continue reading and the first few chapters may be short, but I promise it will get better if you continue reading
1-26-16: Sorry every one! I labeled this non-fiction by mistake, but its supposed to be fiction! please don't hate me!
