She...

By Dragon Xlll

The little girl in the station.
Her hand tightly clutched the blood stained revolver.
Not knowing what she had done.
It had been too complex for her innocent head to handle.
But her heart was breaking.
She could say no more than “He’s gone!”.
The words left her dry lips and tears fell heavily.
The train sped away into the distance…There was a blur…
She had known something no one else did…
She had done something no one else could do…
Her tiny body lay on the solitary station, blood soaked and the revolver by her side.
The man in the black suit illegally employed child labors.
Orphans, Kids, the Homeless, the little girl.
When the man in the black suit came to know that one of his workers was going to betray him, he did what he could do.

The next day’s newspaper read:
Our Correspondence
13th may, 1992
There has been a suicide in Moore lane station last night at around 12:40pm.The victim is a small girl who shot herself because her guardian had rebuked her for being naughty. How she had come to find a revolver is still being investigated by the police.
Her guardian states that she had been very adamant the last few days.
“I’ve given her everything she wanted and yet…” he says between tears wearing a black suit in moaning.
The police are suspecting the station master and …

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so this chick walks to me, breathing fire and says " nice shit you have on the blog punk.. Mind posting my stuff too?"

And I'm like..."yes ma'am"

If you are a knob like my manager then this story is not mine, it belongs to a chick named Dragon Xlll, a dragon of fire and bad luck, probably an anime freak like me...

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