[ WP ] You 're a serial killer . You encounter a victim . As you attack , they scream `` Wait ! I 'm you ! '' You kill them . Suddenly , you 're in a white room . A man tells you that you must live your victim 's entire life . You wake up , crying . You have just been born . The man and his words are still in your head .

The little handgun was cool as it pressed into the soles of my hand. My back pressed up against a fence, and there was no breeze in the alley, but the night was still cold. Sighing in a wisp of condensation, I looked at my phone: 
 
 *Friday, May 29 2015; 11:39 PM. 2 new messages. * It was almost time. Jane did n't know where I was at this hour, but it was probably for the better. She always worried about more me ever since Marcus went to college. `` Empty Nest Syndrome'', they called it, caring for everybody else a little bit more. But she was always like that, ever since we were paired up in that English class. People never took to me, which I always attributed to my awkwardness given the crime of my past life. But there she was on a bright summer day, staring at me with her jade green eyes as we talked about Shakespeare, laughing with happiness. Every so often she would twist her hair into a thick rope, wincing once it pulled at her hair. She still did it sometimes. 
 
 When Marcus was born, the weight of his frail body was unbelievable. *This was MY child? * But as he grew, I knew he could n't be anything but. Sure, we had our rough times, but now he was studying English, just like he had always wanted to. I hope he becomes a good writer. Hushed footsteps sounded behind me, and my gun fell with a *clunk* as it went over the fence. It was time to start again. I would n't want it any other way. 
 
 `` Wait! I'm you!'' 
 
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