Day 1

I should’ve killed her. I should’ve killed her when she was right in front of me. Taking me by the arm, trying to hold me stable. It was like the hunted just hunted the hunter. I went in to get her. She wasn’t supposed to get me. I had a mission, of my own. I wasn’t a part of them anymore. I wasn’t even a part of me anymore. She should’ve killed me. She could’ve killed me. But she didn’t. She saved me. She saved me when I didn’t want to be saved. And the truth was, I needed it. I was an killer, not a puppy needing saving. But I guess she saw something; she let me go, she was supposed to kill me. Kill me and take my card, that’s how it works. But instead she walked away. She wasn’t supposed to walk away. She doesn’t do that to threats. I guess I wasn’t a threat. 

Everything I did Was Revolved Around Her
 Whether I wanted it to or not. From the beginning; my mission was to find her and take her out. But instead I found her, and walked away. Because she walked away from me. Like everybody else.  But I look back now, and she didn’t walk away. She just opened a door. And I had to figure it out and walk through it. The biggest, most challenging thing I’ve ever done in my life.

     I stood in the hallway, with security guards rushing towards me, cops on the way, kids stopped and staring. Blood was rushing down my face, my ribs were sore, and I had a headache. But I did nothing but watch her walk down that hall. Realizing I was holding my gun, I put it away and did exactly what she did. I walked away. I hopped out of a window, outside, and walked away from the school grounds and disappeared into the day.

     I kept tabs on her for a while. Everywhere she went, everything she did, I was there, and I watched. I went back into the school and kept an eye on her during her classes. Making sure no one got to her before me. I mean the chances weren’t likely. She hasn’t been in the business for a while. Or so I thought. I just wanted to end it; end her reign.

     As I look back, I feel when I say I wanted to end it, if I had the chance, it would be for her own good. I would end it for her own sake.

     I was walking the B wing, right about to turn to the c wing, where I bumped into her. More like brushed shoulders. I looked up and just at that moment I caught a glimpse of her eye locking to my pupil. Right then and there I felt all of my fearless attitude come rushing into my head. I started a nervous sweat right across my back, a rapid heartbeat just got a little more rapid. I followed her eye as she followed mine and we both turned around into a lock in the middle of the hallway. With kids passing us, pushing into us, I didn’t seem to notice any of it. “How’s your ribs?” I looked at her like she had seven eyes. With my eyes slightly squinted, I opened my mouth a little but nothing came out. “You don’t want to be here,” she said as she moved closer. I couldn’t move. I would normally have my gun point blank at someone’s head if they did that, but I just couldn’t move. “To other people, your invisible. But I can see you better then you can see yourself. I don’t know who you are or why you’re here, but I suggest you do something fast to make your point across, because you’re not the only one who wants me dead. So people’s actions towards me don’t phase me anymore unless you stand out, so I suggest you do something quick, because to me? Your just another one,” she whispered in my ear and walked away, again.