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Jason E Smith · (12-18-2013)

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White Cliffs of Dover- 23rd September 2013

Heart pounding, sweating and scared as I quickly turn my head and I see my killer not far behind. I have been running for the past couple of days now not sure how I ended up here but as I turn back and peer over the edge of the cliff and look down into the sea bellow fearful of where I would be sleeping tonight. My mind is racing trying to think of a way out of this predicament but how ever hard I tried not to admit the truth this is the end. I relax my body and I slowly turn around while putting my hands up in the air. As my killer catches up with me dressed for the occasion more than I am in his weird patterned shirt, jeans, black leather jacket and black leather shoes unlike me who's in my wrestling shorts. I shout across.

Jason E Smith: Stop that's close enough

My killer and I stand a few meters apart. I stand only inches away from the edge of cliff, how did it come to this? I thought as for some reason that is thing that pops into my head. The more I began to think about how I got here the more I started to regret every decision I had ever made. It's amazing what you think about when you fear for your life. They say you see the truth in a persons eyes in the moment of death. In the fear I struggled to speak but something made words come out of my mouth.

Jason E Smith: If these are to be my last moments I would like to know my killer's name.

At first he is reluctant but out of pity he said his name in a strong Scottish accent.

Trevor: Trevor..

Trevor did not revel his second name he stopped like he had disgraced his family's name. To be honest he didn't seem like he wanted to kill me like his hand was forced by higher power. After he uttered his name there nothing but the sound of waves crashing of the sea and the chatter birds high in the air but that soon changed. I felt giddy and started to chuckle

Trevor: What's so funny?

Jason E Smith: Honestly I don't know. A couple days ago I came to England to visit my family I walk through the front door and there you were stood over my mum after you killed in cold blood. A couple of days I used to think that power and muscle could get you anything you want but how wrong I was because it's not muscle or power, the strongest thing anybody could ever have is the mind. If that was the case our roles would have been reversed, well I say reversed but you wouldn't have made it out of my front door. The most powerful tool anyone could ever have is the mind. Can be a dangerous tool though for example if you do something that you regret. Every passing day in the back of your mind somewhere spreading like the plague and eventually you just won't be able to take it any more and that is my victory. Always being inside your head.

Trevor responded angrily to my words

Trevor: You trying to be clever. You think I won't kill you.

Jason E Smith: I just wanted you to know.

With those last words I closed my eyes and spread my arms out wide. When the gun fired the sound echoed in the air and the impact made me fall back and fall. The killer did not look into my eyes and see the truth but instead I saw the truth as I fell into the sea.

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