Another job, another day, another day of being me. I flicked a quick wink at the mirror in front of me and unscrewed the lid of my mascara. Leaning closer to the mirror, I gently flicked the brush over my eyeglasses, the result? Mascara all over my face. I paused the make-up tutorial I was watching and looked out of my window. The city skyline stretched for ages. I sighed and stood up and started walking to the bathroom.
The cold water hit my face and I winced as the water dripped into my eyes. I quickly wiped the rest of the mascara of my face, then realized that the towel was now coated with a thick smear of make-up. I looked over to the wall behind me. Slowly walking over there, I placed my fingertip onto a tile on the wall. I smiled as the wall folded away to reveal a dark room. I stepped inside as the wall started to close. I was now in a room wrapped in dark ebony wood. I gently pushed one of the planks to open a compartment. Out popped my newest edition. My Remington 700.
As I slid it into its case, I grabbed a Glock 19 from another compartment. I slid it into my belt as I chucked the case onto my back. The room automatically opened as I walked near to it. As I stepped back into the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of my curly dark hair tangled out my pale face. I put the gun case down and grabbed my hair straightener. As it was heating up, I decided to try to do my make-up again. Walking to the bathroom to my dresser, I suddenly thought, what if someone finds out who really am? I slipped that thought into the back of my mind. You've killed hundreds of people Ember, and you've never been caught, you'll be fine.
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The Half-Life of a Murderer
RomanceA girl with a second personality, a murderer. You know, having a double life is hard, even harder when you're a murderer.... But what happens if someone finds out? What if you fall in love. with someone you shouldn't... The penalty of death is righ...
