It wasn't my choice in all honesty, and I wasn't forced into doing this, it's just
something that happened. And I wish that I could stop, but once you're name is associated with a gun, there really is no turning back. That name by the way is Josephine, Josie for short. Innocent enough until I'm holding a gun five inches from your face. Which is what usually is happening by the time those scumbags learn my name. I don't feel bad in all honesty because most of the time my victims are some of the lowest beings of the human race. Among them are rapists, murderers, drug dealers, etc. then again who am I to judge I get paid to shoot them all. But anyways aside from that this isn't about them. This is about me, and how I got so caught up in this mess that is now my life.
A/n : hi I know this is short but it's like a second prologue the next chapter is much longer trust me and to anyone who read my last entry thank you so much