The Life I Didn’t Ask For
Chapter 1
Running, I just kept running. I could hear the thunderstorm rolling in. I could hear him chasing me; I knew I was close to the end. I did some bad things in my time. I knew they were wrong and that I will never be forgiven. I felt my heart pumping, threatening to burst out my chest. Seconds later, I felt a sharp pain in my back. The dagger was puncturing it.
As I lay motionless on the ground I heard my killer slowly walk away. I wondered, what have I done to deserve this? I thought about all the wrong and right choices that I have made and all the meaningful moments of my life. I thought about all of the people who I have loved and all the people that I have hurt. What will happen to them when I’m gone?










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I chased her down the street. My orders were to kill her. I didn’t want to do it. She was so young and innocent. She was also my only choice. I needed the money. My employer would not tell me why, and I wasn’t in any position to ask. As I chased her, all I thought about were the consequences that would follow what was about to happen. She started to slow down; I could tell she was running out of breath. I got closer to her; I couldn’t believe what I was about to do. I drew my dagger out of my pocket and plunged it into her back.
I walked away. I regretted everything that had happened and the thoughts of remorse filled my mind. As I walked away, I could not help but wonder what horrible thing she could have done to be killed. What about her family and the people that would miss her? What if the cops found out? What would become of me? Every time I took a step farther away I could feel the weight of the world on my shoulders. How will I be able to live with such regret?










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I knew that I only had a couple seconds left. I could feel my breath start to get heavy. I tried to get up. I had to get up, but I couldn’t; all of my strength had left me. So, I lay on the ground alone, not making a sound. All I could do was think about the life I was about to leave behind. The family and friends whose lives I would no longer be apart of.
Chapter 2
My name is Cora, it was five years ago, and I was only 18 years old then. My father had just died and left a note that said: “They are coming for you,” I didn’t know who was coming after me or why they were coming. “Run, run as far away from Texas as you can.” That was all it said. I did as I was told. That was the beginning. That was when all my troubles began.
Years later I thought I was safe, until I heard gunshots outside my apartment. That was when I knew it was time to go again. I got into my car and drove. I didn’t know where I was going; I just knew I had to get out of London. I noticed a car was following me, so I went into the next town I saw. The next thing I knew, I was cornered. The men chasing me only said this, “Bring the money your father took from us. You have 48 hours to retrieve the $50 million and bring it back to New York City or you will have to pay the price.” Then they just drove away.
I didn’t know who they were. But, I had to get that money. So, I broke into a bank and stole the money that they wanted, but I wasn’t able to get it all. I flew to New York and gave them the money. They had me stand there for what felt like an hour. After a while, they came back. “Where is the rest of the money?” Said one of the guards.
“I don’t have the rest.” I said as my voice trembled in fear. The guards became alarmed when I said this and pulled out their guns, pointing them directly at me. I knew that something bad was about to happen. I spotted the nearest stairway and dashed towards it. I could hear all the guards sprinting trying to catch up to me. There were, at the very least, ten flights of stairs until we got to the bottom floor. All the way down, I could hear guns being fired. I was faster than them. I finally made it to the bottom floor and ran out the front door. I lived my life on the road after that moment. I was always moving, trying not to be caught by the guards.
Chapter 3
As I walked away I could hear sirens. I imagined that someone probably found the girl and called the police. I sprinted towards the nearest alley to avoid the being caught. They would interrogate me about the girl’s death and I wouldn’t know how to defend myself.
The body. The dead, broken body of a young girl. Every time I thought about what I just did, I felt like I should be the one lying on the ground dead. Was all this guilt really worth the money that I will receive? I thought about what my life will be like in the future if I am convicted for the crime. If I wasn’t convicted I would have to live with this pain, a pain that would feel like it was eating my insides.
First I imagine that I would go on trial. It would be a long trial. I’m sure that my employer would find some way to cover up my tracks. But, no matter how much he tries, the evidence would be against me. I killed a person and I will never be able to live that down. I would go to prison and live like an animal in a cage. I deserve to be trapped and punished. I won’t last a week. I will be gone in no time. I murdered someone, that didn’t deserve it, but I do.