Among the dreams of wishful hopes and adventurous journeys, I never saw myself turning into a killer, never in my life held a gun, never wanted to take someone down with a pistol and a vindictive smile. Here I was, getting to the edge of being a well-known killer, slowly turning into someone I hated to be.
Why did I date Levy? It wasn't because he killed people, but because I knew that in his heart was a heavy black waiting to get out of its chambers to give his pure heart a chance to change. Anyone in their right minds could take a look at me staring at the amazing piece of art and think that I was completely, deeply, and irrevocably in love with Levy, my piece of art.
"We need to get out of here." His dad whispered to both of us as we snapped from our daze. We had been sitting for far
