Ten years. Ten long years of waiting. Only to find that those years were for nothing. That she was gone. And that she was never coming back. They imprisoned me. Made me work as a slave for a decade. I would never wash that away. I would never get away from that hell.
They took her away from me. They made it so that I would never see her again. They made it so that I would forever be punished by my guilt. Forever prolonging my suffering. She was dead. And that fact, that unchangeable fact, was why I was here in this shop at this hour the night.
Call me insane for even contemplating this crazy plan. This plan that would end with not only my life, but countless other lives being taken. How had I ended up here? How could I be so far gone as to think of doing this? What made me into this? Those ten years were worth her safety, but she was gone.
Did I do something to make God, in all His glory, hate me? To hate me so much that He would force me to take such drastic measures? I don't care about those years wasted. I don't care of the things I was forced do. I may be bitter, but even I don't go this far. So, what made me do it? Why? Why had this happened? Maybe people have no control over their lives. Maybe we are just puppets pulled by strings. Throughout the puppet show called life.
~~~~~~~~~ Just a little something i thought up. I'm not going anywhere with it, so this us all that there is.
Hannah
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Unchangeable
RandomI suck at descriptions. It is a super short, unfinished story, that you probably won't like. But please read! It even has good grammar. Yeah...... so...... please check it out! Thank you! Hope you enjoy.
