Suspect
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Love is a painful thing... especially when the person you love- doesn't love you back. Did anyone ever tell you to never judge a book by the cover? Well it doesn't matter... I can't be loved inside and out. I've been accused of so many things and the one person I thought would understand- doesn't. Now I can't be loved- she won't love me... - I'm a suspect of murder. - But I'm a slave to her love. - There's no escape both ways... and that's the hardest. --- I held the gun tightly to my chest, blood pumping in my ears. I listen intensely to my surroundings. All I hear are the screams of the people dying slowly. I'm not a bad guy, i'm just a guy who is attending his job... And doing it well. I dash around the corner and aim or his heart, which aims perfectly where I needed it to be. The bullet slashed through his chest and exits without a complication. I nod at boss mans assistant and he grabs the money, in which he stashes it into the bag. I smirk, knowing the plan is going to go perfectly through. Me and the assistant are leaving but right when we're about to leave, we both see someone from the shooting escaping...
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Save Me

I was drowning. I knew that. I also knew that the hands around my throat, pushing me deeper into the river water was the cause. What I didn't know was who was drowning me and why. It hurt thinking. It hurt to do anything right now. But I still screamed under the cold water and pushed the hands away as hard as I could. It didn't have much effect. I fought and fought, but I was getting weaker, and colder. The pain was overbearing. I couldn't breathe. It was the worst pain imaginable; and as the hands that were around my neck were forcibly ripped off by some unknown force, I slipped deeper into the depths of the river. My hair was straight above me along with my arms. My eyes were open and the water burned. A darkness started to pull me under, taking the pain away. I felt a small pressure around my waist, before the darkness completely consumed me. The last thing I remember is thinking, save me.

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