Sometimes I can't tell if my decisions are my own or if they are decided by my emotions at a given time. If I were to change one thing about myself it would be to stop making choices by temporary emotions. Instead, I'd love to make a choice where I've given it thought. Right now that RASH decision making has put me inside a bear trap. And I'm trying to get out.

It's where out hearts constrict, to the point where sometimes it'd be better if it were to explode.

When we know we can do better, but didn't give it our all. Just to have temporary relief.

It's a factor that both motivates and discourgaes us. Be it work and life.

Nevertheless, it's the same as being inserted into a meat grinder that we made with our own hands.

However, it also works backwards.

Relentless.

‘Have I seen you somewhere before?’, a very nice and beautiful woman asked me. Her face the color of almonds, her smooth black hair slicked perfectly down which rolled over her developed body, her black eyes piercing through my body…. but her hand was linked to that of another’s.

Why did it end this way?

‘Uhmm, I don’t believe so’, I forced my self to say. My hand clenched underneath my heavy cloak which had been smouldered by the smell of smoke.

How could you forget me?

‘Oh, well my bad! Have a good day!’ she awkwardly threw a smile as she carried her mans with her---heading to the lit Christmas tree where every family and couple were gathering together at.

I kept walking with my head down, on this frigid winter night.

***

Part One-Children.

Me and my best friend were called Beauty and the Beast. We would walk around the neighbourhood hand-in-hand, we would gallop into stranger’s lawns, we would swim, we would do everything together.

‘So, You are saying I won’t jump of this bridge?’ I asked, overconfident in my abilities as a man.

‘HA! I know for a fact that you won’t even survive the impact’, my friend said as she laughed, her strghait black hair bouncing with each immature snarl.

I took this opportunity to climb on the edge of the bridge, the distance from here towards the pond was at least 2 stories. As pushed myself to my feet a cold breeze made itself welcomed, almost throwing me of balanced.

‘H-Hey! I was joking you don’t need to jump’, she came towards the edge and held on to my thin brown shorts that were a size to small. For some reason at this moment I had what might be the best idea in the world.

Beauty and the beast were a couple, right? So why aren’t we?

‘Serena, lets make a deal’. I said above her, she looked up with those black eyes of hers. Cute.

‘What are you talking about! Just get down before the next breeze kills you!’

‘Lets say I survive this jump, I want something in compensation’.

Compensation. Know that’s a bug boy word.

‘W-Wait I ain’t even forcing you to jump! Why do I have to pay something in return?’

‘I want’, I turned around facing the small pond and with the last burst of adolescent courage I jumped.

‘A KISS!’

Next thing I knew I was in the hospital with heart monitor stickers connected to my body. With blurry eyes I scanned the white room to only see basic hospital stuff---except for the cute girl sleeping on the small green couch in the corner of the room.

‘Serena?’ She didn’t respond.

Hmmm. I did what my brain told my body NOT to do---I disconnected the stickers and like a drunk old and lonely man I stumbled her way barely landing on the couch. I sat down silently only adoring her. Just her.

Her.

‘Jeez. You are beautiful’.

Silence.

‘Y’know you can’t just blurt out those things to a girl. She might get the wrong idea?’

‘Pretending to be asleep to avoid this conversation isn’t very lady-like either, though’, I know this statement pushed her to a corner, but I really wanted that warm sensation of her lips on mine. I don’t know if this sounds perverted but that is what my 12-year-old self wants at this moment. Man, I am a terrible human being.

‘….You were serious about earlier?’

‘Yup….I won’t exactly force you to do i---’

Next thing I knew her lifeless limp body became full of life---she came close to my already exhausted body. Only acting on instinct I slowly reached out my hand, they were shaking on her smooth skin. Her skin felt warm like as if it were lightly placed on a stove, her eyes full of---passion? I don’t know what she was seeing in her eyes but all I saw was a beautiful girl. I came closer, and closer, and closer….

***

Part Two---Burn

The infamous-jumping off a FOUR story bridge to get a kiss from the girl-turned into a full blow news article. From time to time I pick up the dusty local newspaper and read the details, which were written by my older sister who was an aspiring journalist at the time.

A couple of years had passed since then and now me and Serena were a full-blown couple. Its funny how even know in high school we are still considered as Beauty and the Beast. I’m not that ugly.

‘Hey, Kevin!’

‘Hm?’ I said on instinct. I looked around, oh yeah---senior year of highschool. And not JUST Senior year of high school---Graduation! How did I manage to zone out on a day like this!

‘Serena, wanna know something funny?’

‘Sure, but make it quick Han is about to make his dramatic ass speech’, she pointed to our friend up there, his blue robes way to big for his petite body. I owe this guy a lot---especially in that one drug incident--- he is what can be considered as a GOAT.

‘Well, never mind then I wanna hear Hans speech’.

‘Remember that time when he got me and Kelly out that club?’

‘Yes I remember, because I had to drive your drunk ass to your house and for some reason I GOT YELLED AT!’ I teased furiously.

I felt a cold touch on my shoulder, I looked around, ‘Stop your fuc---fricking flirting. Its disgusting!’ Logan said, his hair piercing through the graduation hat.

‘Ahhhh, its ok Logan just say it’, Serena joked, ‘Saying a curse word isn’t that bad, right Kevin?’

‘Why yes…Yes you fucking are’. We all had a good laugh---oh crap there’s Han!

Han stood in fron of the massive crowd, he had a pile of papers on his hand, showed them to the crown, then crumbled them up and tossed them backwards.

‘Yes! What a rebel!’

‘You dramatic shit!’

‘Go Han!’

The crowd went crazy. But Han silenced them with his raised hand---that hand saved me more than once.

‘My fellow Americans,’ he started, ‘We have now passed our childhoods greatest challenge---High fucking School!....... But like I said, we passed our CHILDHOODs greatest test, our new test is now adulthood. A merciless place where if you even turn up late you will get fired on the spot! Lets thank Mr.Pavlovich for that piece of information’. He pointed to a pale tall man, who for this occasion dressed like a pastor.

‘Way to go daddy Pav!’

‘We all love you!’

‘You didn’t round up my 69!’

Han, once again to calm the crowd, raised his hand, ‘Now, for the real part of this speech…To quote Rocky---The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows, it will beat you down and keep you there if you let it! Here me my fellow American, Filipinos, African Americans, and even you gingers! I won’t sugarcoat it the next few years are going to be filled with massive success and devasting failure---but like the man and legend himself Kevin said---now, everyone say it with me-----’

I can’t believe he’s bringing that situation into his speech. I blushed of embarrassment.

‘FUCK IT!’

The next few days were filled with heartfelt cheer and sadness. Happiness because we were excited of this new phase of life---but sadness because this was a time where we would say goodbye to all our friends. I of course wanted them to stay but who am I to interfere with their happiness? Right now Serene called me to her house saying she had something important to say. Right when I entered the once warm building a child slithered itself up my spine. Why---why were there boxes everywhere? I saw Serena walk down from her stairs, I gave her what must have seemed like a desperate look because she install ran over to me, squeezing me to death.

‘I-I meant to tell you earlier…but with all the goodbyes I couldn’t bring myself to tell you this?’

Another one. WHY?! Why another one!

‘Whats Whats Whats….Whats going on?’ I was stuttering now, ‘If you’re moving…how far then?’

Silence. Shit! Please don’t leave it like this, say something!

‘We’re moving to New York’.

New York, Fort Worth…. Far away.

I said nothing, I simply brought her closer towards me. I simply embraced her and attempted to absorb all her warmth.

‘This, is…Goodbye, for now’. I whispered softly into her ears barely holding my own tears in.

‘Yeah, for now’.

***

Part 3-Growing Up.

‘I’ll be back!’ I exclaimed as I pedalled to the metal towards the mail house. It had been two years since she left, it hurt but we had been calling each other and sending mail to each other so it wasn’t all that bad. Each Sunday a letter would be there…from her, the most beautiful woman in the world.

I had been accepted to a college close by home, in Austin. After an incident with Han, a couiple of weeks after she Serena, I discovered that I had an ability to create something out of nothing. Thanks to some very stressful nights of writing I had been accepted and so far I’ve been living the good life.

The wind was being very bitchy today so by the time I reached the mail house I was ready to sleep in. I parked my bike at the entrance of the building, I knew the owner and she said that she would keep my bike safe when I came over. Opening the door the fresh smell of paper penetrated my nostrils, MAN! That smells great! Upon entry there were rows of massive bookcases containing both paper and soon to be delivered mail. I quickly ran into the hallways of hell and looked for my address…there it is!

I opened it, excited to see its contents…nothing.

‘That’s weird, usually her mails are here by this time’, I whispered to my self. I looked at my fake Gucci watch---8:30---yeah it should be here by this time…..BAKA! What am I worried about there’s always delays in this type of stuff. I slowly walked out the hallway compensating what I should do next. At this time I noticed that my phone was ringing, sorry whoever is calling but right now I need to focus on this dire situation. Multiple mailmen come in and out---I need to find the one heading into my column and then there I will get her note!

I quickly sat down and focused on the men coming in and out. No homo. As I sat there focusing on the task at hand my phone kept vibrating---stop calling me!

Hours must have passed and from what it seemed it looked like good ol’ drug dealer himself, Manuel, has called me 30 plus times….Maybe I should have answered it could be something important---nah he’s probably just calling me over to light up that bong! I promised myself to stop but I can’t help it.

At this moment I noticed a specific man walk pass me and head directly into---fuck yeah! Like a feminist to a rally I got there as quick as I could.

‘Whoa whoa whoa!’, the man said as I approached at top speeds, ‘The hell you running so fast for?’

‘Is there any mail in there for me?’ I went right to the point.

‘Uhhh, wait lemme see,’ he scanned through his pile of mail, ‘uhmmm, no nothing. Your Kevin Levertoure, right?’

‘The one and only! Now---are you sure because I heard that with aging comes certain negative effects on the eyes’.

‘Your funny…now get the hell out!’

I ended up getting kicked out. Looks like Jakes going to have to come next time. I sighed in exhaustion---what a morning. Welp, it seems like there was no note from her today. Its alright though she’s probably busy doing her own thing up there in New York. I walked off, the sun shining on my face and the breeze wafting through my hair.

What a beautiful day.

----

‘Son of a bitch!’, Manuel pushed me down towards the wet concrete. I groaned and looked up---why were my friends going against me! Didn’t we make a pact to never be fake!

‘What the fuck man!’ I yelled as I forced myself up, ‘Why the hell are you so damn mad!’

‘You ignorant shit’, Logan said, ‘He called you more than once—he called you 30 fucking tiems and you didn’t even bother to leave a message! Do you know what happened!’

‘You disgust me’, said a friend I had met in college, DeLuca.

I was genuinely terrified, my heart thumped ion fear, my eyes were watering in hurt, and most of all my skin was standing up. I was scared.

‘Please’, I was begging now, ‘What happened!’

‘Han fucking died!’

What. What are you saying.

‘Don’t joke lik---’

‘Shut the fuck up!’ Logan smacked me across the cheek, the part that hurt the most were his words.

He grabbed me by the collar and brought me up to his enraged face, ‘Last night Han got involved in some deep shit and ended up in the hospital! Yesterday morning he wanted all his friends there to be alongside him---you were the only who wasn’t there! I bet it was for that fucking girl you always talk about! I bet shes fucking another guy right now!’

‘Shut the hell up! She loves me and I her! No way she would do that!’, my enraged face against his. Man against Man. Hypocrisy against bravery.

He let me go, ‘Fine. You keep living your lie. Were out’. Logan walked past and Manuel followed. My friends. Don’t leave me. I need you! The rain was making them harder to see the further they got and soon they disappeared.

No.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no…………………………………………………y’know what? Fuck them.

I got up and looked towards the sky, cold rain pouring down onto me.

‘I love you, Serena……….and you love me---right? What am I saying, of course you do!’ I began to laugh---that sound of joy soon turned into despair as I realized that my happy life had just ended.

***

The door closed behind them, the pair rushed into the bedroom clothes already flying off. Serena grasped the mans neck and held him close as he grazed her smooth skin. The man pulled back and looked at her---Serena’s eyes were full of passion.

All I want, she though, is him around my neck. She brought him closer and soon their soft lips touched, their tongues in entwined, and their hearts beat as one.

‘You can go all the way if you want’, Serena whispered as she grabbed his lower body part.

‘Alright, but before that…..Are you sure you don’t want to mail that letter?’ he asked as he crawled lower and lower.

Ha! Why? She thought.

‘No, this is better’.

***

Part four(Final) Grown Up.

After Logan, Manuel, basically all my friends left me I developed depression. I would go into my room at night and grab a small tool knife. My wrist ended up bloody. I had been dropped from my College due to my lacking grades---also I couldn’t face them anymore.

On another note I found Serena’s social media---turns out she got married to another dude. When I saw that I put together why I hadn’t received letters for years know and I never had the energy to write her one. I don’t hate her---I am just beyond done with life.

I got up from my scratchy bed, I instantly stepped on multiple adult magazines, CIG buds, and prescription drug cases. Anything to escape reality. I extended the note I had written the day before---to put it bluntly my … suicide note. It was my time.

It was Christmas eve and I as all alone. I wandered the cold streets, and like a sudden beam of light. I saw her.

For a split second I saw an image of us running into each other’s arms, embracing each other. But that was quickly dismissed. I stopped in the middle of the busy street, I looked down to my shaking hands---and shoved them into my pocket.

But as I tried to avoid her she came up to me.

‘Have I seen you somewhere before?’, a very nice and beautiful woman asked me. Her face the color of almonds, her smooth black hair slicked perfectly down which rolled over her developed body, her black eyes piercing through my body…. but her hand was linked to that of another’s. Serena, I’m happy that your happy.

But why did it end this way?

‘Uhmm, I don’t believe so’, I forced myself to say. My hand clenched underneath my heavy cloak which had been smouldered by the smell of smoke.

How could you forget me?

‘Oh, well my bad! Have a good day!’ she awkwardly threw a smile as she carried her mans with her---heading to the lit Christmas tree where every family and couple were gathering together at.

I kept walking with my head down, on this frigid winter night.

’Well, here I am. I got on the bridges edge and stood up…. tears fell as this was a very nostalgic memory. Bridges and water.

But this time nobody was going to save me. I took one last look back at the Christ mass tree. Smiled---and jumped.

As I fell many memories came back to me---both good and bad. Logan, Manuel, Serena……. live a good life. I imagined them having kids, drining beers, and realized---I wanna be part of that.

……. I don’t want to die!

I reached out my hands towards the sky, I WANT TO LIVE!

But the darkness soon surrounded me.

End.

Back in elementary school, everyone called him Two-Face.

I remember sitting in the back of the classroom resting my head on my desk. Almost like clockwork when the lunch bell shrieked a certain group of kids, bullies mind you, always walked over to his desk. I remember they would taunt about how his burnt face reminded them of Two-Face, a villain from Batman. They would throw scattered objects at him, taunting him to pull out some coin and judge them. They would hit, they would spit, and they would tell jokes about him.

And I laughed. At the end of every lunch period I remember barely being able to keep me breathe in, my face would be cherry red, my short black hair would be a bundle of strands, and my eyes would be tearing up.

‘Hey! Two Face! Get over here’, said one of the bullies. His massive demeanor, for an elementary school student, would strike fear into all who walked in his way. He was a whole 80 pounds of pure arrogance.

Two-Face didn’t respond. He only looked down towards his desk---many innapropate words had been sketched onto it.

As I watched this unfold I, like per usual, was leaning on my desk waiting for the show. I looked down, laying on my skirt that I had stretched out were a bunch of sour Skittles. Looking up I pondered, how will todays show turn out. Will it be a comedy where they taunt him and make Batman jokes? Will it be a tragedy where they poke around at his past, trying to find out why half his face was burnt? Or will it be a thriller where they push him to the limit and like a hero he would awaken some power and defeat all his enemies?

Either way, it was going to be good.

‘Hey, Two-Face! Aaron Egghart called! He said he wants his mask back!’

Like a bunch of idiots, they all laughed. Spit and food flying from their petite mouths. It wasn’t even that good of a joke. COME ON, I thought as I tapped my finger on the wooden desk impatiently. I didn’t rob my brothers candy stash to see such lame jokes.

Gimme the goods!

‘Hey, Two-Face! I bet your mothers face is half-burnt as well!’

Oh?

‘Yeah! Your moms probably as ugly as you!’

Oh? I grabbed a handful of sour Skittles and threw them in my mouth. GAH! Sour!

‘I bet your mom has her whole face burnt!’

‘Your face is probably messed up because of all the genes from the guys your mother has FUCKED! What a whore!’

Vulgar…I love it! I was on the edge of my seat now. Whats going to happen? What can happen? Can he fight? Will he fight? Can he see from that side of his face? I looked around and noticed that everyone was staring towards this little commotion. My heart begun to race in excitement…What is going to happen? I am so…excited. I don't even think they know the definiton of that word.

‘Your moms a slut!’

'Whore Whore Whore!’

‘YEAH! Shes a bit---’

As if in slow motion, Two-Face suddenly raised his bruised hands and grabbed the nearest bully. The three of them combined were nothing compared to his strength. He savagely brought one of the bullies’ face onto the corner of his desk---he proceeded to get up from his seat and like a man to his meat---he beat the crap out of it.

He left the room in complete silence. We didn’t know whether to cheer or jeer, all we did know was that---this was the last time we saw Two-Face. As the teacher dragged him out I was right outside the entrance, what I saw gave me chills. The faces that we had grown used to seeing on Two-Faces face was him smiling, frowning, and crying.

The face that I saw as he was dragged out was none of those---instead it was of what I can only describe as ecstasy. He looked my way once and I was paralyzed. His dark green eyes were always imposing but now with the shadow of anger and pure joy on his face---I felt fear. His left green eye popped out even more due to his burn mark.

From that moment on---I was obsessed with him. Not in the sense of romance but I wanted to know more, I wanted to know his backstory and I am more curious of what is to come of him. Not out of love---but out of curiosity.

10 years later.

'Ah crap!’ I yelled as I hurried to change myself into my clothes I left overnight. I had an interview set up for a newspaper company at 12---it was 11:11. I tore of my nightgown and exposed myself onto a mirror. I quickly slipped on my gray dress pants, put on my D-Cup bra, slipped on a slim white t-shirt and over that my gray coat. With the clock ticking I simply grabbed a spray bottle and did my long blonde hair as best as I could. Like the cheetah that I am I ended up in my older brothers car in less than 20 minutes.

‘Le…Lets…Agigndets…Lets get going!’ I said as I finished eating the strawberry glazed donut that I stuffed into my mouth.

‘Got everything?’, my older brother, Carter, asked me politely.

‘Yes asshole! Hurry up we got---shit I forgot my watch! What time is it!’

’11:47, alright well be going now. Just don’t regret it if you end up forgetting something’. Carter started the ignition on our 2010 Mitsubishi and like a roadrunner we were off. At each red light I tapped my fingers on my gray binder I had chosen for the occasion. I had always wanted to become a Journalist---that’s probably where I got my obsession for Two-Face in the first place. A good Journalist wants the scoop and not some boring story, we need drama, action, and romance!

Which is something I haven’t had the pleasure of experiencing.

‘Alright! Thanks bitch brother! I’ll call you when I get hired!’ I exclaimed as I ran down the busy city block. The streets around this time are usually empty, but I guess not today because FRICK ME WORLD! I squished through people all to get to a massive glass building where my future wallet lies. When I grabbed that freezing door handle it was like Heaven itself greeted me.

’12 fricking O’ clock’, I said to myself as I entered the air-conditioned building, ‘I am beasting and feasting’.

I walked over to the reception desk, ‘Yeah…Uhmm I have an appointment with Mr.Bridges at---right now actually. I was wondering where I can find him?’

The kind and stereotypical attractive reception lady who I was already jealous of smiled kindly and replied, ‘Yes, Mr.Bridges told us about you. He unfortunately left a couple of minutes ago but he told me to tell you this---fuck off’.

Wha!! Welp, this was a surprise.

‘Me! He told me to screw off! What a massive joke---you got to be kidding me, right?!’

With the same nice and attractive smile on her face she said, ‘Don’t make me call security’.

Why? Reluctantly, I rose both hands in the air and waved my binder as if it were a white flag, ‘Fine fine’, I let gravity take my hands and my pride downwards, ‘Did Mr.Bitches at least leave a reason why he didn’t want to hire me?’

‘Mr.BRIDGES….did leave a reason why. He said it was because he found someone better and that he didn’t like your teenage rebellious attitude when your what---17?’

‘I am 19 and soon to be 20!’ I exclaimed…..I wasn’t really angry at the woman but I found my anger being directed towards that ‘better pearson’. I didn’t even know the dude but I already hated him. He probably puts milk before his cereal.

‘Now, please move I have others waiting in line patiently’, the nice, kind, and attractive lady said once more. How can she basically diss me with a straight face!

I huffed and puffed towards the corner of the massive room where there was a type of lounge room, people could come here and hang out or do whatever. I plopped down on the first unfortunate chair and laid there with my hands and legs looking like octopus tentacles. I dropped the binder on the marble floor. What a terrible day this has turned out to be! I just wanted to express my love for writing! Is that really a bad thing?

‘Excuse me…uhmmm….lady…’.

What a terrible day! I bet not even Steve Harvey had a bad day like this!

‘Missus….lady….can you hear me?’

Actually! Not Steve Harvey I know someone who had a worse day than him---Abraham Lincoln! Just imagine saving your country and to only die a few days after. That truly sucks.

‘LADY!’

‘WHAAAAAAAT!’ Oh? Was that my voice? I didn’t even know who I was speaking to. Welp it doesn’t matter let this innocent person be the target for me to release all my insecurities.

‘How ‘bout you back the heck off before I grab this big and very thick---with two c’s mind you! And smack the corner of it right on your head!’

‘Whoa? Is violence like that necessary for this type of situation?’

‘Of coarse it is! Now---leave me alone so I can drown on my sorrows!’

‘Wellllll….. I can’t really……I was more or less ordered to meet up with you by Mr.Bridges’.

‘You mean Mr.Bitches! Wait….meet with me?’

I adjusted my octopus posture into a sophisticated business person position, straight back and proud posture, and finally got a good look at the person standing in front of me. From my position he looked---still kind of small. Wow what slug.

But besides that he wore what most business man wore, a black suit and tie, he had long black hair that was tied into a ponytail and a massive scar on his left e y e…..

Huh.

No way.

Just like this?

Is this fate?

‘TWO FACE!’ I, for the third time in this building, yelled out into the open air. People stared our way but I didn’t even blush out of embarrassment. I feel no shame.

The man took a step back, his hair strands bouncing, and with a very concerned look on his face he glared at me.

‘T-Two Face, huh? Seems like we have a lot to talk about…That’s good because I didn’t want to force conversation’. He said ever calmy as I nodded my head like a maniac.

We walked out the building side-by-side like sophisticated business people. He looked ever calm and confident with his ponytail looking self---while I was buzzing with excitement! I had so many questions to ask!

We stopped at our friendly neighborhood Starbucks, he got a caramel Frappe while I---had no money….

‘What do you want?’

‘Huh? You mean---You’re offering?’

‘My treat’.

‘Don’t regret this.’ I smirked and all while rubbing my hands together I recited the 7 orders of cakes and 3 orders of coffee all the while I could literally see the life slip away as Two-Face handed over the cash. Where does he work? Where does he get his money?

We ended up sitting on the outside patio where the morning sun was JUST beginning to rise over the massive glass buildings.

‘So…Since you called me Two-Face I can assume where knew each other once?’ Two-Face said with a calm masculine face as he sipped his simple black tea with no SUGAR or MILK! Who the hell does that?!

‘Welp’, I took a sip of my already half-way empty caramel Frappe, ‘I won’t say we knew each other on a personal level….but I always watched from the distance…CRAP! That sounded wrong I swear I ain’t no stalker!’

‘HAHA!’ Two-Face wiped his mouth off with a napkin, ‘Do not worry. I always analyze before assuming stuff. But back to the point---where you around when I was bullied?’

Whoa. I was genially surprised. I assumed he would have trouble talking about that specific point in time, I believed that it was a momentous scar on his life for him but I guess even I can be wrong sometimes.

‘Since you brought it up. Yes. I was around when you got bullied---I hope you mind me asking but whay do you seem so carefree even mentioning that time?’

‘Oh, easy answer’, he took another sip, twirled his cup, and took another sip before shooting it like a basketball to the nearest trash can. He missed, ‘It is because I have already overcome that. I no longer feel ashamed because of my half burnt face---I actually show it off now!’

‘Which explains the weird ass Japanese haircut’.

‘Huh? Is it that weird? I thought it looked cool’, Two-Face dragged his hair back.

Ok. So he doesn’t fear that time anymore---so hes brave. But lets keep digging into some other demons shall we! Its all part of Journalism---if there is no news then make some!

‘How exactly did you overcome all that constant hitting and verbal abuse?’

‘My mom showed me the way. Wanna know how I got this scar?’

OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOGOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODoh my god.

‘Sure, why not’.

‘I got this burnt scar---from my mom’.

Plot twist? bnha.

‘ Are you sure you want to talk about your mom like this? I mean you’re not about to diss her after praising her, right?’

‘Do not worry about me…but I get a feeling I can share these thoughts with you’.

Ahhhhh. What a sweet guy! And what a smooth talker!

'I was born into a messed up household. My father would constantly beat the living hell out of my mom and I and after each beating she kept saying that she loved him. I had that same dumb face of yours---I saw no reason for her to love him’.

So, in the end his story was a tragedy.

‘ After each beatdown she would soothe me with her singing. She had a sweet voice---but that man even took that from her. One day she finally snapped. I walked into the kitchen late at night for a snack---I already thought it suspicious that the kettle was on but I didn’t really mind it. Anyway, I walked in and in the corner I saw my mom huddled…like a murder’.

‘W-w-what happens next?’ I asked, making him keep talking.

‘As it turns out the boiling hot water was meant for my father but once again life was a bitch towards me. I ended up getting the water splashed over my left side….and that is the story of why I am burnt on the left side of my face’.

I…I don’t know what to say. Comfort him? Crack a joke?

‘But after living with my mom for the past few years she reminded me that life isn’t all that bad. When those kids talked about my mom like that I had no other choice but to retaliate---now way I’m going to let some stuck up prick kids talk about something they don’t understand! Theres more to the story but my stomach in honestly feeling like crap so I’m going to end it on this note. I enjoy life now…by the way.. What is your name?’

‘My name? It is Kayla….w-what about yours?’

‘Joseph’.

At that moment I felt like cupid himself sent a miniature arrow straight towards my heart. As I looked at the man in front of me---a confident, smiling, and ponytail looking man and compare it to his younger self. I see no difference. Brave and strong. That is what is required to survive in this world. My heart now began to beat faster---why? I see a different light of him now---and I love it! I am not sure but what I am sure of is that I want to see Two Face---I mean Josephs journey all the way through his life.

Until the end.

‘By the way I am the ‘better person’ Mr.Bridges was talking about’.

‘Well no shit Sherlock’.

I have a story that I'm writing on an app called , Wattpad, and if anybody would please give it a chance and leaver whatever thoughts on it I'd be great.

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Synopsis:

As a kid DeLuca would witness his father commit terrible crimes. And as an adult hed commit them himself.

DeLuca has always been a beacon of bad luck. Moments after he was born his mother was shot dead and since then everything has gone wrong. He just so desperately wants something, anything to go his way. And when his father comes up to him one day asking if he wants to leave this hell and start anew somewhere else. It's like he's dreaming.

But there is one more job to do, the last one.

As the stakes rise and death seems like a likely outcome DeLuca keeps going with the dream of a peaceful life waiting for him.

Will DeLuca finish the job and live peacefully, or will he be doomed to stay in despair?

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Prompt[One upon a time...]

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In a place far far away, a long time ago. Parents would tell their children the story of Sinner, a man who had everything but nothing.

He STARTED off as a humble man. If he had nothing and was given two popsicles, hed give on to somebody else. If he was ahead of somebody more in need hed offer up his spot without hesitation. The ideal man.As a humble man he never expected anything from everybody, he was happy giving and not receiving. That changed when he got his first taste of wealth.

One day while walking through the dusty streets of his village, he encountered a small brown satchel. He picked it up and like he would normally do he began to walk towards the villages lost and found. But like the saying says, curiosity killed the cat.

He didn't know what overcame him, but his head kept saying, OPEN IT. He knew it was wrong. His hands twitched as his fingers grazed the top of the closed bag. But eventually he gave in.

As he opened it he cursed himself for opening it. He closed his eyes and when he felt that it was open he held the bag with the palm of one hand and with the other he inseted his hands into it. He searched the bag and came in contact with medal. He opeened one eye... then the other. As he looked INTO THE bag with greedy eyes, he smiled widely. This was the BEGINING of his end.

Soon after he bought himself a cottage. He looked into the bag, still more than half full. He grinned as he looked into the empty cottage. His mind wandering to what he could buy for himself, and not to the fact that behind him there was a wagon full of children asking for help. Blood seamind down their faces that ran down their scrawny bodies.

One day at the store he did what he normally did. Wait in line to receive some MEDICAL herbs. Then a woman came in, coughing vilently and her eyes red with tears. The man begged our character for his spot. But the character thought; what makes him special? He'd been waiting in life for hours, what gives this man to get in his way? The woman is fine, people people over exxagerate to get attention faster. He blew away thye mans plead. The next day the village announced for people to come to her funeral.

He didn't go. As he looked at his cottage that was now FILLED with luxury. He looked into the bag, it didn't even seem to be close to being empty.

Over the years he had been KNOWN as, Sinner. For he only commited sins. He didn't HELP anymore, he didn't talk anymore, he didn't give anymore. Over time parents had begun to use him as a living incarnation for greed.

His nickname was Gluttony.

One day, as he sat on his throne he looked at his house. It had everything.

Diamond chaneliers, LION SKIN RUG, snake leather couches. everything. But at this moment, as he held the same damn pouch he began to cry.

He threw the bag towards the floor. He began to scream and shout and let it all out.

As his tears filled the lonely room he cursed himself. How did he get to this point? Why did he let himselff get to this point? Did he want to get out?

But when he went out he coundt stop himself anymore. It was second habit, anything he liked he bought. If anyone asked for help he walked away. But his heart wanted to help, but his mind kept saying... more.

Eventually he cut from his wrist up from both hands to stop himself. But it never stopped. As he saw his hands go, he bought new ones and when those were gone in with the new. As he saw his cottage FILL up with moreand more stuff he went deeper into sorrow. He didn't want any of it any more.

The breaking point was when he saw a kid DIE BY HIS actions.

The kid was walking on the opposite side of the road. Torn white shirt and brown shorts he ran towards our character.

'Sir, please HELP me. My home is that way but i heard there some bad people there. I know this is kinda weird but couldyou walk me home?'

'Kid. For all you know Im part of that group. Grow a pair and walk YOUR DAMN SELF'

As he walked down further he reliazed whet he'd done. He bit his finger so hard it broke and blood spwed and his bone sutck out. He didn't care. To atone for his sins hed HELP.

He ran back to where he saw the kid. Seeing him not there anymore HE WALKED TO where the kid had pointed at. His eyes widened when he saw it.

The kids neck had purple markings all over it. His hair had been shaved and was scattered all accrose the floor. His eyes lifeless stared at him sayng, you could have helped me.

He ran HOME, bawling his eyes out. He screamed hell and then like a lightbulb, he had an idea.

His hands slwoly moved towards the pouch and grabbed it. He put it over his face, the tilted it over his open mouth.

He choked and as his body asked for air he smiled. Finally, it was over.

He was found later by neighbors saying there was a disgusting smell coming from his house. Over time his story spread about his greed and how wealth aint everything and our character wathcing from above the clouds... smiled.

In life he had everything but nothing. In Death he had nothing, but his heart was overjoyed that his nothingness was turned into lessons.