Kyle
Life should be normal. So, why isn't it? Why should people drop onto their knees to make sure they live? Why should people have to lay in hospital: injured or dying? You have no control over death. I certainly don't and didn't. Life is too short to be perfect every single step of the day. Without mistakes, who would we be? Robots. That is what we would be. Normality never existed in the first place. What even is the definition of normal? There isn't one. They say everybody is different, so why are certain people considered normal?
My hands shake. I shouldn’t be scared. I have killed millions probably. I load the gun and my eyes drift to the girl with her beautiful emerald eyes closed; her silky ginger-nut hair flowing down her back. The clothes she is wearing are ripped and destroyed. Like her own soul. Like my mind will be. My mind will be in ruins. She doesn’t speak. Neither do I. She has asked me to do this for her. I remind myself that I have said I would do anything for her. Anything at all. I never imagined she would ask me to do this.
She hid her emotions and feelings. She had had them all along, she had just locked them away and thrown away the key. She claims she is a monster. Just like them. They want blood. They will get hers.
"Tell me when." I order.
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