Now, you've probably heard of heads or tails, but this isn't a story of just that. It isn't a srtory of luck either. This is a story of how I almost did lose my head and tail. Not in a good way either. An awful way. It would've been the end of me, but a brave dog came to rescue me. He had eyes that sparkled in the moonlight. Bravery like a wolf. And that's when it all broke lose. The fighting. The yelling. The killing. It was an awful sight to watch. Awful I tell you. Many say it was awful I was brought into this, but I think it was luck. Luck as a wanted thing. I don't like violence. I hate the fighting. I hate the yells that ring bells in my head to help, but they won't stop. It gets louder every victim I am forced to chose. I wish I could help, but it's not like that down here. In order to live, you must learn to not trust a single soul. That's hard to you once you used to have an important job. Now I'm forced to pick, Heads Or Tails.
Alright, I'll leave it at this suspense. Another story that I will start! I have plans for this story so don't worry. Cya next chapter!