English Story. Part 7The next day, I walk across the streets, about to enter the alleyways to wait for a victim, and I see the church towering over me. I see the giant cross at the top it, and I have an idea. The people in churches have alot of charity money, and I doubt that they'd put up much of a fight. But robbing a church is wrong, there are innocent people there, and to commit a sin in a a church? But then again, I was innocent, too. I was pure, and god punished me for it. That Merciless, cold-hearted being; like the mugger who took my money. If I was to do this, I had to be like them, cold and merciless. I need to save her, and this is how I need to do it.
English Story. PArt 6How could this have happened to me? As soon as I had climbed out of this mess, I was struck further down into my miserable life, deeper into this horrible nightmare. My heart starts pounding the walls in my chest, and my tears flow down uncontrollably, and the panic begins to eat await at my mind. I fall to my knees, and the questions rush to my head. What do I do now? How will I get the money? Why did they have to do this? Will nobody help us? Does nobody care?I arrive back home, the dark and lonely rooms reflecting my sorrow. I can't hold it any longer. I cry my heart out, and I hear the echoes of my screams. I can't stop thinking of her.