How did I get here!!!
Pain, the only thing I had known for the longest of time, actually let me start again. My earliest memory was a day full of rain and sorrow, I don't remember what exactly people were saying or what was so sad. But I do remember, how everyone looked at me with disgust, like if I was the reason for all the despair in the room. At the age of 9 I had discovered that the sad event was my mother passing, only thing is her being my mother was only discovered until the funeral. It made sense, I looked nothing like the woman I had always called my mother, it made sense, why my father would always hit me every chance he got. It all made sense, why I felt so unloved in this world, why everyone looked at me with hatred. Depressing is one of the few words that came close to describing my tragic life which, took a strange turn as I reached the age of 15.
A broken glass in my hand and a shocked expression on my fathers face, there was a faint smell of iron and anger running through my blood. With a loud crash my father had planted his face onto the, I finally had realized what I'd done. I flipped him onto his stomach as worry started to fill me.
"father, father, father please wake up. I'm sorry, this is all my fualt."
I shook him to try and wake him up but nothing, looking at my hands I had come to acceptance of what I had done. My hands, the shattered glass, fathers neck and face, they were all covered in a bright red color. Blood, it was like an eye opener to me, like the whole world had opened up to me. After running away I decided to make a name for myself, well a name for myself in the world of crime.
Smiley Face, a name that soon became mine, ironically my job had removed more smiles then it added as I worked as an assassin. I became a top assassin, but none of this was soon to matter after I made the mistake of being a little careless. It was simple all I had to do was kill a stranger who had cheated on his girlfriend. I didn't think much of it and accepted the commission, I got all my gear ready and stationed myself outside of the guys house.
Stranger:"You know, you don't smile much for someone who's code name is smiley face"
No, no, no, this mission was a mistake. I turned around to see a tall man dressed in black, he was holding a small handgun.
"who do you want?" I asked as I pointed my weapon at him.
"aww, you're not even gonna show me some respect and ask me who I am" he said with a smile on his face.
"I don't care, now what do you want"
He chuckles "I guess I'll just tell you now, I'm your grim reaper"
Confusion hit my brain as I thought about what he had just said when suddenly I fell to the floor.
"Joder (Fuck)."
Confusion wasn't the only thing that hit me, I tried to pull myself up but failed as he squatted on the floor and looked at me with a smile.
He raised the gun to my head "meet you in hell, Lucilea"
Fear, it felt like this emotion had vanished, all I could feel was joy. Why, why was I happy on the verge of death, was my life just that crappy. Why couldn't I have just ended it all sooner, all my pain, all my thoughts, everything. It's not like anyone would miss seeing my expressionless face, and theres people going through worse then me, pathetic.
I close my eyes tightly, wind, a light breeze past my face. Opening my eyes it had seemed as if the landscape had shifted drastically, I was no longer on top of a building at night being held at gunpoint. Now I was laying on grass, there were no buildings in sight and the sky was brighter then any light. It all looked like a painting, the clear sky, the green grass, the beautiful hints of pink in the sky.
“what the hell.”
