Nothing's Wrong, I Can See
I pulled my hood over my head and continued to walk through the dark alley. The gun on my hip seemed to feel like an enormous weight just trying to slow me down, but I wasn’t going to quit walking. The gun only reminded me of my father, the man I’ve learned to hate most in life. He was the reason I lost everything and I can’t do anything about it. And to think of how it all began only made me feel worse.