The Chosen One...

The Chosen One...

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'knock! knock!' someone banged on my front door, as i comforted the crying child beside me. "it's going to be okay, don't worry, every thing will be okay." i whisper into there ear as i took a key out of my pocket, sticking it into the child's hand. "climb into the wall and lock the door, everything you need will need is in here... just remember, i love you, don't worry..." i said, as a tear slid down my cheek. the was busted down from it's hidges, i took off my necklace, locking it onto the child. "you need to stay quiet, do come out no matter what." i whisper, ushering the child into the door on the wall. "lock the door on the inside, please stay calm and quiet." i watche the childs eyes water as tear slid down her cheek, as i closed the door. Men came into the room with guns filled with sliver bullet, skin as pale as snow. They pointed the guns to my face, the pulled the trigger, spending the bullet into my head, with the chosen one in the wall, i as killed protecting my child, the chosen one... [coming soon]
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No one stopped to look. No one glanced in the alley I cried in. I was tired of this place, so tired of the endless days that stretched out before me. The emptiness in my heart was eating me alive, with no end in sight. My own darkness was swallowing me whole and leaving nothing alive. The tears froze on my bright red cheeks. I was tired of feeling so broken, but most of all I was tired of being so alone. I pulled out the cold heavy weapon from my coat and stared at it. "If someone would look this way," I thought, "If someone would just glance at me and see my pain. I won't do it." There was a man standing in front of me. After he removed the single bullet from my pistol, he handed it back to me, and left. I followed the man at a distance back to his apartment. He knew that I had followed him and waited at the door to let me in. For reasons I cannot explain I entered his tiny apartment. I fell asleep at the table playing with the bullet and woke up to my alarm the following morning. There was a pillow beneath my head, a blanket over my shoulders, and a note that read: "Dear Stranger..."

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