Unrealistic Reality

Unrealistic Reality

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There are some people who live in a dream world. A world where everything is perfectly fine. There are no fights, no pain, only happiness. These people see the bright side of everything, even the bad things in life. Then there are people who face reality. They know how much some things can hurt and how hard it can be to do the right thing. They have to make hard decisions, life changing ones. They get strangled in a web of lies, and once you're in, you can't get out. I belong to the second group and I am here to inform you that a perfect world doesn't exist. There is no such thing as 'a happily ever after.' We are all in the same game, just different levels. We're dealing with the same hell, only different devils. My devil is a killer and my game is to kill him. The only problem was I didn't know who my devil was. That's how the unrealistic game suddenly became a reality.
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As I wake up, I can feel the cold, hard, rock ground below me. It feels as if it's sucking me in because I can't live in this world anymore. It's too much work and I feel useless. My life is useless. People risk their lives to save something they don't need. What's better? Two alive or twenty six dead because of the two people? Even if I go on with my life, I will always feel this pain within me. Knowing I killed so many people. It'll just kill me and I swear I'll go crazy. So either way, I lose. I won't win because mentally or physically, I will die. I see Danny's face in front of me. His hands are chained on the rock wall and he's sitting down in pain. His face is bloody, but he's awake. "Danny?" I whisper. "They're," he begins, whispering as low a I. "What are you trying to say?" I whisper. He faces me. A look of sadness and despair on his face. "They're all dead."

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