Chapter 1: Reloading

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Father I have sinned said Riley to the priest in the confession box. What have you done my son said the priest. Riley starts sobing looking down as if he has seen a demon then clears his throat and says "I have done horrible things to innocent people". The priest replies"tell me when this began my son". Riley nods and says "okay father".

" It all started when i was 14 years old i was arrogant and brash i thought i was invinclble. I had no one to teach me right from wrong, the only way to survive in my neighbor was to be apart of a gang or steal. i did what was the best decision i could make at the time join a gang. I never wanted to adopt the ghetto accent or sagging so i stood out in the gang. Since i was the black sheep of the gang none of them tried to be my friend or even pretend to. i was walking when suddenly i heard a noise that i would always hear on my way to the nearest store.

It was someone was crying out for help I could hear the distress in there voice as clear as day. i decided to check it out and I would regret checking because you know what they say curiosity killed the cat. I leaned over a corner hoping not to get spotted because theres a reason this guy is screaming. When i finally checked i saw a man tied up in a chair, he had bruises all over his body and cuts too. I immediatly walked over to him but in a tip toeing manor. he heard me somehow i guess since he was blindfolded his hearing was enhanced. He spoke loud but brief and said "PL-PLEASE HELP ME! PLEASE KILL ME! It took some time to comprehend what he had just said. I didnt know what to do ethier mercy kill him or leave him. Then he said "theres a gunsomewhere around here, please make it quick an painless". i found the gun on top of a crate, my hands couldnt stop shaking.

I knew what i was doing but my body didnt want me to take another persons life cause i knew it would haunt me but i had no choice i wanted to end this guys misery. So i clocked back the gun and aimed it at his head.

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