My life has always had two paths. Acceptance or defeat. Each has its own aftermath. I chose acceptance and gratitude and I know I could never be happier.
A serial killer who murdered women late in the night and then carved his trademark symbol, the circle sliced in two, across their chests. Reading that sent shivers down my spine,
I sat on chair number three now. I yanked the device on. Thirteen minutes in, past a memory of me meeting her for the first time at the theatre I acted in and another of me getting my first job,
The moment that tiny door opened and the black pistol peeped in he was done for he thought. But then something unexpected happened.