~Chapter 2~

I know you may shocked. But maybe I did the right thing by doing what I did. Then again ,no I didn't. This journal is the thing that keeps me sane. If I didn't have this journal I probably wouldn't be able to live with myself.

Anyways….

I didn't do this to be a murderer. I did it because we the people have to have hope. I know what your thinking. " Sydney how in the world is that helping the people? ". Well, if we didn't the Europeans would bomb the place.

But then again… I'm afraid they wont keep there promise of not bombing us. Cause as I said you cant trust many people. Now I live in danger. They are hunting me. Both the Americans and the Europeans.

I feel like such an outcast. Both sides want to kill me. Why bother running? Who cares right? Well I will be tortured, maybe even executed. So I'm running.

My heart always feels like its going to burst. Maybe from depression or the fact that I've been running all night. I'm always sweating buckets. But anticipation keeps me going.

Lights flash of when I shot Lincoln. I tried to keep running, but I couldn't it was to much to bare. I stopped running. My head was spinning, my heart was on the urge of exploding.

I walked through the shadows, afraid of being caught. I slowed down to a bush. I fell to the ground. My lights went out. The last thing I heard was footsteps. I forced my eyes open. Through the dim light I saw a boy about the same age as me.

And then I slipped away into darkness.

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