《Chapter 6》

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The sunlight from outside brought out the purple color in my hair more because of the slim amount of light that came in from the windows. I think I like it for the most part, it just has to take some time to get used to it. I thought about using the guards car to drive away but thought it was too risky. Though yet again I just killed someone. So, I wiped my tears and got up from my position and started for the car. Before I got in, I opened all the car doors and searched for anything useful. I found a pistol and practiced holding it for a few minutes. I then made sure it had bullets and got in the driver's seat. I could barely touch the pedal. The cup holders had a couple bucks in them and some left over change. I then remembered sitting on my dad's lap teaching me to drive and what all the parts do. I faintly know what to do when it comes to the road. I'll be okay I thought, barely any one was on the road. I turned on the engine with the keys he had left in the unlocked car. Dumbass. I took the car out of park and put it into drive. I turn out onto the road after a car passes and just slam the pedal trying to get as far away from the "crime scene". I remember the road well enough to know what direction to go so that I can go to my old apartment building. The whole way there I mostly stayed behind a car so that I can follow when to go, turn, stop, etc. In the distance I can make out the apartments and head for the parking garage. I was fairly surprised by not getting many honks from people, because of my impatience. I park next to 3 black SUV'S realizing that there the same car as mine, or "his". "That means there here" , I said. I come back to the car forgetting my gun. I play out a plan in my head not knowing how it will turn out in reality. I'm thinking about hiding in my room and waiting for them to come so I can "mess" around with my new pistol. I make sure to use the elavator with caution making sure none of the guards are near. I remember my floor number and walk past the rooms...

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