3 A Very Big Mistake

I sat there looking at this pretty girl across the bar I wanted to get her a drink, but I didn't have any more money left with. So I reached my hand into my pocket and took out a note.

Then taking the chance I put the note in the tip jar that was sitting on the corner of the bar and took the money inside. The barkeeper had slipped on some alcohol that made a puddle on the ground a minute prior.

So I asked the barkeep who was cleaning himself up, "Hey can you get the pretty lady over there a drink, tell her It was from that guy. Also give her this napkin with it.", I said while taking out a napkin with some words on it, and also pointing at a guy in a table that looked like one of those old-fashioned gangsters from old-timey movies.

The barkeep looked at me with a crooked look, like he was telling me why? But he didn't care enough to think about and did it anyway. The girl took the drink like she excepted it to their later, she then read the napkin and looked in shock; she quickly turned her towards the guy at the table horrified. She sprinted out of the bar as quickly as possible while also not trying to make a scene as she left with her friends.

Getting up I went to the seat that the girl was sitting at and took the napkin that was on the bar; immediately pocketing it. I then walked up to the man that was sitting angrily at the table before stopping midway through, I looked back at the seat the girl was sitting at.

"Hah, like that would get you anywhere this time you fool, in the end you'll still die like you did all the other times." I said to myself quietly, before walking out of the bar before the barkeep notices that his jar has a note in it.

So as I walk out of the bar I just start crying hoping that it turns out alright for me; for them. Finally, I came back to my apartment, laid down at my most comfortable chair and turned on the TV. I heard the door open but I didn't even care that it did and just waited. Continuing to watch the TV before feeling the coldness of an object be point right at the side of my head.

I wake up sitting at the same bar as before, the same people, the same everyone. To the barkeep who had his daughter lying in hospital bed, and has that tip jar, and all the money he makes to his daughters treatment. To the man he was waiting for his daughter to show to kill her, so he could not have to deal with his boss finding out about his old his wife he loved dearly so many years ago. His daughter who just wanted to find the father she never had.

So many tragic stories that I had been a part of at one point. I hope to tell the father that his daughter was just telling to tell him his wife had died, I craved to tell the barkeep that she was making herself sick on purpose. Wanting to see a happy result to all the stories that I've been a part of, but I've never gotten the chance always, always never being there to see it happen, always dying to that man before I ever get the chance.

"FUCK!!!!" I screamed out loud to everyone in the bar before rushing out of the bar to an alley.

"Why god, why do I never get the chance." I say while completely breaking down.

"You make me relive this time over, and over, and over again. Always dying to that guy again, and again. Never getting a real chance to see those I've helped, not knowing those troubled people are ever alright!!" I say while pounding the cold damp ground with snout, and tears going everywhere.

"I just want to help, that's what you want me to do right, to help them!? I thought maybe I find a way to help everyone, then maybe I could finally be free to die. But nooooo~~, you revive me every time to just die by that guy. That dammed guy, who~ I don't even know the name of just keeps killing me." I say while I continue to sob my heart out.

"Whahahahah, like you ever listened to me anyone, or anyone at this point." I said while I slowly calmed myself down.

I sat there for solid seven minutes before getting back up, I had no reason to stay, even if I try to hide myself in the best place possible he always finds me. I can only try to enjoy myself this time again. Just waiting, knowing that he will come no matter where I am, and not matter who's in the way.

I get up from my spot, and walked to my apartment, finding the most comfortable I can before turning on the TV.

"You think you can kill me, I can kill you a thousand times side-wind carry." I said with perfect timing of the TV. Then I felt it again, the coldest of the gun, and payout of death that comes with it, but I can't do anything about it. I sit there waiting to wake up at that bar again for the ten, maybe twenty thousand time that it has happened before. " Knowing never as to why I wake up in that bar over and over again" I think to myself before looking at the ring at the side table.

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