Chapter one

To my dear, Edward.

Lots of love from Ally.

It is Thursday night 22th September and currently it’s 3 am. If I am honest I wouldn’t had let her die that easily. But I had to do it, for the sake of the people in the town. For the sake of my own life, I had to do it.

Atleast I found peace here. Or perhaps am I turning into the people that I once hated?

I don’t know.

I am no longer a “normal” person. I am a wanted criminal by the city, by the folks of the city’s lights. This decision wasn’t made by myself but more like a it was a choice.

i can’t explain what happened.

Or can i?

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“So miss ally, you have stated before that you are currently working on a new project?” The host of the variety show asks me in front of me. She has a bright smile on her face. Her eyebrows raised up waiting for me to give her an answer

I laugh and nod “Yea I am currently working on a new project, this time I’ll be one of the best New York sellers out there” I smile while speaking those words. I know that I’ll achieve my goal. I have the talent to do that, and I’ll make sure to achieve It.

“Mhm” she responded with a fake sound coming from her mouth. She quickly looks at back at the camera that’s in front of us.

this got me thinking that in this room we are all fake, no genuine feelings.

Just contract agreements and acting.

Guess even the writers can act on their own

- After some time -

“And this was for today, hopefully you all enjoyed the visit we got from miss ally” she points at the camera then it stops recording us.

The host gets up of her chair and leaves the studio room without saying any words.

No goodbyes?

Pathetic.

I get up as well and walk towards the cameramen and the crew. I thank them for the opportunity to come tonight and give them a good farewell.

This world is too fake and cruel, this is why I like to sit by myself and write stories. I feel alive when I write stories. Writing is my passion and I’ll make money out of it so I can finally leave my hometown.

I live in the south side of Chicago where I was born and raised in. You may ask me why I hate living here, the problem isn’t the country neither the economy.

It’s the people in my hometown.

It’s like ever since I met those people they have been acting strange. I don’t know what the deal is with them but I’ve had some nightmares about them. When I was a kid I told my parents that we should move out, those psychopaths are going to do something horrible. Yet they stayed there and told me to calm down. That everything is fine.

I wish it was fine.

Now that I’m an adult and can do my own decisions I thought about moving out, but I need money for that.

This is why I’m working harder these days, my first priority is work. Everyone around me calls me workalcoholic but come on I have a good reason to be like that.

I enter through the main door of my house and quietly take off my shoes. I put them on the white tall shoe shelf so they won’t get dirty.

Next thing I do is to take off my brown cardigan and wrap it around the shelf.

I have a mirror attached to the wall so that I can see myself. I look at the mirror that’s in front of me and start to admire myself.

Who wouldn’t want to admire one self? I find everyone pretty in this world. We need love everyone does.

If only we could spread positivity instead of negativity then life would’ve had been perfect. Maybe this is why we can’t call life perfect, due to negativity existing.

It’s ruining humanity.

I slowly take steps forward to my office, and push the brown door open. Suddenly full of air is coming towards me , the air conditioner is apparently on, but I don’t remember turning it on.

I slowly look behind me.

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