*not completely finished*

Do you know what it’s like to never be able to have a friend? To never be your real self? The people who know the real me don’t trust me, to them I’m simply just the kid who kills. But it’s not my fault my life’s like this- it’s just not fair. But I’m way past being sad or upset about my upbringing, I’m angry. Angry at the person who brought me into this business. Angry at the people who killed my family and decided people will trust a kid, trust them enough that they will be alone in the room long enough to be killed by the ‘kind’ kid.

But as angry as I am, I have a job to do. Todays mission is a 79 year-old lady, well almost 80. Ironic how the day she has to die is also her birthday isn’t it? I really wish I didn’t have to do this, her profile says she has a husband, kids, just last week she got a grandchild.

You know this job has its perks, the cake here is really good! And this really is a fun birthday for someone that old. I think I might wait till she goes home to kill her, wouldn’t want to ruin the mood of the party would I? Of coarse I could simply run away, change my name, and never show my face in the entire country ever again. But that’s a hassle- so I guess I should just complete the job.