I'm Addicted To The Attention

I'm Addicted To The Attention

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i cant help myself. im a glutton for attention. i hate this about myself. my eyes can show it. i need to stop this madness. i have long black hair and ice blue eyes. my name is Icarus Oblivion Grey. my eyes hold a lifetime of secrets. i cant tell anyone or i will be arrested. or worse. .DEAD. im not a normal girl. im quite the opposite, i'm on the run from a gang. my gang. and if i can make it through 50 days of running, low on food, and danger. i will escape. I need to overcome my addiction to save my life
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This was wrong. I shouldn't be doing this. Why did I let them talk me into something like this? Usually people who rob banks go to jail- oh god I'm going to jail. My eyes wandered over all the workers and other people currently on the ground. I then stared down at the gun in my hands; the one Mace had all but thrown at me. My chest started to hurt as I stared at all of the scared and innocent people... this is the worst time for my asthma to act up. Carefully putting the gun down, I dug in my pockets for my inhaler. Once I finally found it I noticed a pair of bright green eyes staring at me. "Cat Eyes!" Mace screamed at me, before he grabbed my arm. "My inhaler!" I yelled, about to turn away when he yanked my arm. "Leave it!" He growled as we ran out of the bank. The other guys were running ahead of us, as sirens were heard from the distance. Once we were all inside, I tore my mask off as the others laughed and cheered. I guess this is what my life has become, failure.

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