I can't believe that I lost her, my life, my everything. And now only at the age of 16 I was on my own all because of HIM. It angered me. We were just eating breakfast and joking around this morning how could that be gone so quickly. Maybe this is a dream, it has to be, I thought to myself while putting my head in the palms of my hands and sobbing. I'm going to kill him, I'm going to take everything from HIM.
How did I get here. I went from a man with a scholarship to Harvert, to holding people at gun point. Life just been so complicated ever since that day. Friends betrayed me, I was almost killed more then once, and people died because of me. I just want my life back. But it's to late, I did something awful and now I'm in to deep to go back.
Things will never be they same for me. Peace just don't come to those who carry guns and bullets. Especially my bullets and all the horror they've brought upon people.
You know the old saying bullets don't have a name, well mine does.