This is a story about misfits.


1. Preface

I ended up on the wrong side of a gun.

The barrel was pressed against my head, the cool, dark metal jutting into my skin forcefully, and the hand holding it was steady. My eyes were closed; there was a searing pain in my ankle that emanated throughout my body in waves of harsh heat, controlling me. 

I didn't have any more choices.

This was my only option.


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