Finding Myself

Finding Myself

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"The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness." Joseph Conrad ..... Eleanor had spent her whole life with her happy-go-lucky family, at least, until a dark June night. The last day of school. She was just two years of age, her dad had taken her and her brother Ubel to their favorite fast food restaurant. Yet when they were at the parking lot, it had gotten rather late. Her dad was beaten. Any expensive items he had at the moment were stolen. Eleanor was too young, and while Dad was beaten and nearly killed, Eleanor was inside the truck safely in her baby seat, singing along to jolly toddler tunes. Yet Ubel was older, and he was outside with his dad, watching, learning, gaining hatred. Never again was everything happiness for Ubel. That ignited something that Ubel never thought he had before. Revenge. Now everyone wants to harm Eleanor. And it is Ubel's job to take care of Eleanor.
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I'm gonna get him killed. Someday. Somehow. I'm gonna get him killed. And the worst part? He knows I will. "Turn this into a fucking game, I'm begging you to make a bet out of it, just to see how long you'll last trying to change it before you realize not only you, but no one can. Genie gives you three wishes? Not enough. Every single memory taken out of my brain? Still only got one reality. A gun to my head....? You'll know my last words even if I don't get to say them." "A gun to mine?" An enemies to dead lovers, if you may. "A gun to yours?" I fucking hate him. "We're not the kind that fear death, why?" I really fucking hate him. "We know it doesn't end anything, we know it starts everything. You think a gun to your head's gonna be the last? No, either we write a sequel together in hell, or you're gonna find me taking a relaxing bath in someone's blood." "Do you know what a gun to yours means?" "A gun to my head....?" "A gun to your head, means a gun in my hands." He smiles. "Take my last breath from me, and I'll give you my last words."

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