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YES!!!! i am finally done. for those of you who don't have any idea what i'm talking about (aka all of you) i will tell you. i love to write and for about three days i have been writing a new story. i worked really hard on this and i would like to share it with all of you so i am going to post it here. if you like it leave me a comment. tell me if you want more. tell me how you liked it or why you didn't (just don' be mean about it!). i will warn you though it's a bit depressing so if you don't like depressing stuff you don't have to read it. thanks for your time. i you like it please comment and hey tell your friends. lol thanks. without further ado here it is:






That day was just like any other day to her. She went to work as a secretary to an unappreciative boss. She worked three hours later than she was required in order to finish the work the others had missed, skipping lunch and leaving far past dinner. On her way home she stopped at her parents. Her father was drunk like usual and yelling at herself and her mother. It didn’t really matter. It was nothing new. They were used to it. After eating cold ham and helping her mother clean up the broken glass bottle that had been thrown at them and set on her trip to her apartment. She avoided the landlord on her way up the stairs. She couldn’t pay the rent. She didn’t have the money. She put her key into the lock and with a great heave she pushed open the door into her apartment. It wasn’t much. It fact it wasn’t anything. It was a four-walled box, decorated with gray walls and broken down furniture. It smelled looked like a dump and smell worse but it was home, and in those four drab cell walls was the most important thing in her life, the only good thing that had ever happened to her.
He was tall and thin with brown hair and green eyes, a normal looking man in his mid twenties but to her he was a god. He was an angel that had fallen from heaven and right into the hell that was her life, the one that made her suffering worth it. And most of all he loved her. Loved her with all his heart. This sweet, caring, beautiful man had given his heart to her, someone plain and ugly, and someone who didn’t deserve his love. But she had it and she was glad for it.
When she walked into the room he was already getting ready to leave. While she worked days he worked nights so the time they spent together was priceless. He saw her reflection in the mirror where he was combing his hair and immediately brightened. He went to her and held her in his arms for a moment, for that was all he could spare before he had to leave. They were both working as hard as they could. They hoped that in a few short years they would have the money to get married, move and start a new life. That was their dream, a dream they were both working hard to accomplish. A dream that she was willing to do anything to get, even if it meant doing what she was about to do.
She heard the door shut and his feet go down the stairs. When she was sure he was gone she quickly out the window and onto the fire escape. She snuck down two flights. She came to a window covered completely with a drape, leading into a dark room and tapped gently tree times. The window opened a few inches and a case slipped out with an envelope on top. She knew what was in both. The case contained a gun, the envelope a location. The job was simple. Go to the address, take out the gun, kill the person inside, collect the paycheck. There were no names involved. She didn’t want to know who these people were. She didn’t want to know if they were brothers or sisters, mothers or fathers, husbands or wives. She knew if she did she wouldn’t be able to go on with the job, so that’s all it was to her. A job.
There was only one tonight. It was not far from her apartment, in a hotel on the twenty-forth floor. Getting there wasn’t hard. In fifteen minutes she was in the building and in twenty she was in the next room. She had to be quick. She stealthily went to the window. She climbed along the wall till she came to the right room. Breaking open the window without a sound was quick and easy work. She slunk like a cat into the room and then into the hall of the suite. Her target was somewhat clear now. It was a man. She couldn’t tell what he looked like but she knew that much. She raised the gun and then…
The job was done. One pull of the trigger and he went down, a bullet embedded deep in his skull. No one beside herself would know about it until morning that is if anyone cared. She was about to leave when she stopped. Who knows what possessed her to do what she did. Even she didn’t know. But either way she did it. Halfway to the window she turned and walked back to her victim. The man was face down on the ground, blood coming from the hole in his head. She reached out and touched him. The body was still warm. She wanted to see. She wanted to see the face of the man that she had killed, just this once. She slowly turned the body over and saw his face.
It was a face she knew. One she saw every day. One that she loved with all her heart. The one that she had been working so hard for, sacrificing everything to have a life with. They had been so close but now…now he was dead, and she had killed him. Her life meant nothing now. It was completely worthless without him in it. There was only one thing left to do now.
The next morning the police found two dead bodies. A man in a hotel room, shot in the back of the head, and twenty-four floors below, the body of a woman whose head had been smashed in on the pavement. It was nothing new. That day was just like any other day to them.