Please Believe My Words

Please Believe My Words

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We saw something, something we probably shouldn't have seen. I don't know what to say. I'm scared, I really am. I.. Don't know what the hell to do. I'm sorry, let me explain. My name is Alex; short for Alexandria. I was with my friend Peter when we were walking past the police station. All of a sudden there was commotion and the police started running outside. They didn't notice us at all, not once. That's when it happened, everything a blur, but it's stuck in my head and I cannot get it out. I've watched everything traumatizing, but it the memory is still there. I need to get answers. We need to get answers. And I'm going to get them no matter what. --- Just a warning, there is foul language in this book.
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FAKE

PROLOGUE My name is Alex Kahill. On July 15, 2017, I killed a person, but am not accused of murder. However, I am being hunted by those who hold me responsible for this death...and most certainly, these folks fully intend to terminate my life. Three months ago, my life was actually better than good. I was taking a personal sabbatical in picturesque Western New York, doing three things that I dearly love. (1) Riding my bike (2) Flying my drone and (3) Visiting my son, Ben, who was interning as an environmental reporter for the Chautauqua Daily, a local paper serving the Chautauqua Institution. Better than good. And then out of nowhere, my existence went to shit. You know, the killing thing. So I'm writing this journal as a cry for help. In an effort to make some sense of the tragic events that have recently unfolded in my life, I'm hoping that if enough light is shed on what happened to me, my potential demise might literally become "troublesome" for those who would do me harm...maybe I'm just being naive, but it's worth a shot. At this point, I don't really have much to lose. I am no writer, so please bear with me. But know that I am totally vulnerable, so I'll try to be thorough as I tell my story. It probably would be good to start at the beginning.

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