Some people say it was fate, or fate to begin with. Well in this case I screwed up, or I was the mistake not fate as I see it. Being able to see my fate was amazing, but also terrifying. I saw only death and nothing else at the end of this world.
Some like to say I was death, or in other words "Spread like the plague shes coming!" I regretted those words so much! It only drove me into darkness never wanting to see the light again. My mind had so many good memories of this town. Why? Why must all this town do is hate?
Paint me a mural. You'll see why everybody of this town hates me. You'll see why everything in this town is black as a pagan holiday, and why I have hated myself.
Epilogue End.