I really füćkïng hate my life. I just wish I can take a gun and just füćkïng kill myself. Take the bullet in the head. People always tell me to just füćkïng kill myself, and you know what, I was ready to do it. I really was. That is until I met the one, the girl who saved me. But every now and then I just feel like I'm gonna lose her, but she always tells me that she'll never leave me. And she makes me the happiest man alive. But I always have this dream were I hit her and I slowly walked out side with a gun in my hand. Putting it to my head and pulling the trigger, but this isn't the only reason why I pulled the trigger. There is way more to this suiside.
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The Kill
FanfictionI always füćk up every thing in my life. Sometimes I wish I could go back and change it all. Sometimes I wish I was no longer alive, but I am. My life is just one füćked up game and the things I have to do in this world, I kill people for good money...
