Child of Rage Then the Sad Man
An abuser who took what he could and hurt he could rampage and tragedy in his path one victim who did not laugh when he took her smile and left her with a child a child oppsititional angry and hopeless with a mother equally hopeless and had no interest in raising his sisters hamster turned up dead she suspected her son but laughed it my son is not his father she said. My son is not a child of rage.
The tipping point an obsession with dying watching it ,living it ,breathing it,hell he could taste it but it was more than that he wanted to free from this existence as well.
The school.Nacy dont run ahead the teacher had told her but she disappeared when the first shot went off screams blood the man was faced off with a thousand cops and nacy saw it she saw the guns she saw the man he didn't look like a killer just a sad man but he was a killer he had killed her teacher and friends and nacy knew she was next.
Put down your gun you god damn son of a gun a cop yelled the sad mans blue eyes looked with a genuine mystery to nacys green ones goodbye he said there was a click a blast blood splater but no pain cause nacy was the sole survivor that day
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