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On March 4th I was born unfortunately for my parents, I was a mistake they couldn’t erase me. Despite their efforts of aborting me and adoption seemed to take too long.

I grew up in a rather harsh household, emotionally and physically abusive that I still wake up to this day crying at 3 in the morning as it is hard for a nine year old to see her mother being forcefully shoved into a bedroom by her father whilst screaming for 911.

Why is this important? Easy. While I was being threatened and witnessed a lot of things it makes a person grow dark. I like to pretend I’m not a rude person who refuses to fall in love because falling means breaking, but I am. and that is why a group called The GBN is after me.

I let someone break for me and their shattered pieces are still cutting into me.

that person is the person who hired this hitmen group to kill me; let’s call him Michael (because it is).

Michael and I met and all of that falling in love shit. I got my 5sos tickets from him and when he gave them to me he looked me in the eye and said he loved me. Unable to repeat the words I went to bed with him. 

I went to the show in September and had lots of fun like anyone would at a 5sos concert besides the people that dislike them. Anyways Michael and I grew close but he kept me hidden from people; he wanted to protect me not knowing himself he was going to be the one to nearly kill me.

I know I love michael since I still listen to his voice and look at his face daily but I wouldn’t admit it to him because admitting is accepting. I don’t want to accept that I broken even though I most likely am.

After I told Michael I wasn’t in love  with him he grew distant,his green eyes never ever looked at me anymore. I soon found out why when I was in the back of an ambulance truck when a man with very neat penmanship asked a man who had several scars over his face that was my supposedly anesthesiologist that “Is her heart failing like Michael wanted?”

When I woke up in the hospital,alive. I saw a man who covered his bald head with a fedora, he wore sunglasses designed for 6 year olds. the man’s name let’s say was Mr.Vauhnson, he told me about what happened and handed me a few documents and photographs connected to The GBN’s target on me. He said the ugly handwriting on the painting like polaroid of me was the secretary’s.

To answer the questions on the polaroid I’ll tell you;

I am a simple blur in a focused world.

As for why a painting of me is on a polaroid I have no idea as that doesn’t seem to be a real polaroid.

The next file rather shocked me.

Mr.Vauhnson didn’t recognize the handwriting apologizing to me but I did, I am shaking as I type this so please forgive me if I write in short sentences.

I would like to thank Michael for censoring my information but I would also like to curse you out for trying to get me killed. I also apologize for your money being taken along with the photo of us.

I asked Mr.Vauhnson where he found this file filled with stuff about me and my relationship and he told me that michael himself took the files from the GBN and gave them to Mr.Vauhnson because he knew Mr.Vauhnson was an ex member. Michael apparently had to pay Mr.Vauhnson with laffy taffy.

I bet you’re also wondering who the hell is The GBN? The GBN is a hitmen group located behind a taco bell; you have to knock on the backdoor 5 times and when a member of the GBN comes out disguised in a taco bell worker uniform and asks why you are knocking on the backdoor; say the code phrase

“Let’s Go By Noon.” 

If they seem confused and ask “what do you mean?” that’s also code phrase for ‘Go inside the club entrance that is disguised like a dumpster’.

The GBN stands for; Gone By Noon. Which also means “Our hitmen service is quick and your foes will be gone by noon.” It’s actually very smart if you think about it.

The GBN apparently know I’m alive and are still out to get me; Even though Michael called them off (I think he would’ve, I will be really offended if he hasn’t)

The final note I can share with you without risking the GBN to find me is this;

And all I can say to this is I love you too Michael,

and I’m not sorry for leaking your moans you sent me. I think we’re equal now.

Now as for you fellow reader,

I request for you to now avoid any taco bell; if they find out you read this you will most likely be taken and held for questioning,

I apologize,