I walked away.
From the houses.
From my past life.
I walked to the place where I was treated.
Or killed.
That hospital.
Those people.
I walked in with a gun.
The alarm went off.
I didn't care.
I went on.
Walking down the hallway.
Anger in my chest.
I saw a doctor walk down.
I stopped.
It was him.
The main doctor.
The one that said that I was to die.
Now it was his turn.
I walked over to him and put the gun to his head.
I didn't shoot.
I said "Why did you do this to me? Why?"
He didn't say anything.
I responded by shooting him in the thigh.
He yelled.
I started to shoot randomly.
At the lights.
The floor.
Almost myself.
I ran towards the exit, when someone stopped me.
I shot them in the leg.
I ran out the door.
I ran home.
All the way.
With no regrets or remorse.
I just felt anger.
I just felt anger...
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eBolA
ParanormalWhen I was infected with the Ebola virus, I was told I was to die. Now that I live, I have so much to die for.