The Burden of Society

The Burden of Society

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I start walking down the dim light hallway running my hand along the wall. I didn't mean for this to happen but this is where my life lead me to. The cold walls started to calm me as I continued my journey to meet him. I knew I loved him but were the feelings actually reciprocated? Was this just a one sided love? Was I just there for his enjoyment or was I actually an inspiring protegee in this type of lifestyle? My train of thought was broken off when I heard the calming sound of the steam pipes from above dripping water. I soon was met with the big metal door to met him. I'm still trying to convince myself that I am doing the right thing, that I took the right path to leave my birth family and practice what I aspire to be; a professional killer.
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It started when the rain fell. As it hit the windows rhythmically, I fought my sleep. Fighting off the demons in my dreams. I hadn't realized how real that dream became. Waking up to terrified screaming. My heart racing, the lighting striking and my family begging for their lives. I claimed myself as a coward that very same night. I hated myself. My depression became the best of me. What's worst then your family being slaughtered? Hiding in the closet from the killers. I should've helped, I should've been there for them. The pain between my chest and stomach was growing guilt. So I started thinking smart. Looking at everyone differently. I decided to reopen their cold cases. And when I found the truth it hit me deep.

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