They Never Really Die
Running. Hiding. Killing.That is what my life has consisted of for the last eight months. I'm not like your usual 17 year old, I've seen and experienced the harsh reality of what the world has become and have been forced to grow up. I've grown accustom to the dry blood assorting my body due to lack of showers and sleeping about three hours a night, and thats when I'm lucky. I wake up to the sight of myself clutching my Glock 17 handgun, a sight that will never let me forget, not even for a…See More
