I Never Told You What I Do For A Living.

I'm walking back to my apartment and I just start thinking about tonight's events that will be but fuck I don't want to do this anymore. I'm done killing people for money but what else am I going to do. I walk up the steps to that apartment building and type in the code and hear the buzz saying the door is unlocked. I walk up the stairs and get to the hall where all the other doors are. I get to mine and unlock the door and walk in. I close the door and walk into my room and grab my leather cover notebook and pen and walk back into the dining room and took a seat. I open the folder and read the name of the woman,Savannah. I open up my note book full of all the people I have killed and get to a new page and write her name down and her age,21. I close the notebook and look up at the clock it's only 12:47 so I still have time to sleep before I leave. I get up and walk back into my room and fall onto my bed and fall asleep.

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I slowly open my eyes and see its dark outside. I sit-up and rub my eyes with the heals of me palms. I grab my phone and see its 10:57pm and I have to leave around 11:30. I get out of my bed and walk to my closet and grabbed a black button up dress shirt,black skinny jeans and red tie. I pull them on and walk into my bathroom and plug in my flat iron waiting for it to heat it up. When it is I straiten my short black hair and turn the flat iron off. I walk out of my bathroom and go into my living room. I go to the couch and dig into one of the pillows getting my silver gun and putting it in the back of my jeans. I grab my leather jacket and put it on. I get my notebook and pen and put it into my jacket pocket. I slip on my black vans and look at my self in the mirror. I'm a fucking monster.

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