Haven't you sinned before?

They all stare at me as if I have harmed them, even if the victim's family doesn't do the same.

I'm nothing but that forsaken young girl, lost and thoughtless. I died once, I tried to learn the ways of having empathy, I tried to sympathize with others but you all pushed me away, No... Not blaming anyone for my mistakes.

You'll behave as if you haven't sinned before,Huh!

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My alarm rang as the time was six o'clock in the morning, I usually spend my days at the boxing gym I haven't been attending for training due to my GED.

I always run to the gym as a form of exercise. My mum owns a small counseling shop across the street closer to my training center and she normally wakes up earlier than I do. I got up to prepare myself for my training.

"Gramel, won't you prepare for your next paper?" my mom shouted from the kitchen.

"I thought this woman had already left," I thought.

I picked up my cute black bag, walked to her then said "Mum, I will study for now I need to get to the center"

"Come here, you're going to...urm .. boxing gym. You will kill me before my time" she blubbered.

I replied saying "It's not boxing, now we call it Sparring".

After running for some quiet distance from my house, I turned to tell the time on my watch and it was eight o'clock already.

"Damn! It took exactly two hours to reach the neighborhood. I bet I had to run for about twenty minutes to reach the boxing gym center.

Gasping heavily for breath, my shirt was already drenched in sweat, it seems I am on a death roll. I didn't know I could last this long.

I walked into the boxing gym center, and as always I encountered this energetic and bustling atmosphere.

"Hey, you're already here" a man in a dark, designed short said as he tapped on my shoulders. That's my coach.

" Yes Coach, guess I am gaining weight, I used three hours to reach here" I replied to my coach who was practicing.

My coach smirked and said, "Hurry, change your clothes, and let's spar".

I took Cold bottled water on my way to the female Changing room.

I head over to the female changing room, to brag here, everyone has their locker to store their belongings and Change into their workout attire. "Why are there just two ladies here, thought it will be quiet" I mumbled.

The first lady was in a club green shirt with purple lining blue shorts and a canvas. " Is she here for some fashion show?" I said to myself.

The other lady seems normal, I don't really care about what goes on but once you touch my prey I make sure to add you as my bonus.

"She's here. I told you she will be in today" one lady standing in the mirror said to her friend next to her.

Her friend looked at me and asked '' Beatrice, who's she?".

I closed my locker, and heavily sighed "So you're Beatrice, I wonder how you got so bold to talk that shit in my presence".

"oh I see where your confidence lies, you've gained muscles; you're not as skinny as before. I remember how soft and broken you were" I continued as she smashed her open the locker.

"We're sorry, Gramel, we didn't mean to offend you" the other friend pleaded and dragged Beatrice out.

I quickly cleaned myself to wear a different training attire since I had already soaked my shirt.

I got out and went to the boxing ring where my coach was already waiting for me.

"Done with your warm-up?" I asked.

"Need a hand up here?" He said as he helped me get on the ring. Hey, not that you couldn't get on, Gosh, do you even know that the boxing ring is the heart of the gym?

I got up on it and wore my boxing gloves, had a standby who is also a trainee, I need a standby to hand me over what I will need whilst sparring, they rang a bell to notify us to start the spar,

Coach threw the first blow which I luckily dodged, I bowed again to avoid the second hit and I attacked his stomach.

Within thirty minutes we were told to stop sparring.

The trainee threw my towel at me and I shook hands with my coach, let's say it's kinda traditional.

We got down from the boxing ring to hear some praises from the other trainees, for my coach he has just one assistant to me knowing he's currently recovering after undergoing surgery.

"Wow! I always admired you, Gramel" a young hot guy called Stephen complimented me.

"Hell no, I don't have a crush on him," I said to myself.

" You're very good now? Still having trouble using knives to fight?" He asked as he offered me a bottle of water.

I thanked him and replied " I love the feeling, you know you stab someone lightly then end up getting a little wound. Gosh, how could they call one a victim and defendant or a predator and its prey? Coach, they both end up getting hurt".

He breaks out in laughter and moans due to the blow he received when we sparred.

" Gramel, I wonder how you could say something like this with such a serious face. It still doesn't change the fact that the defendant did wrong. Wanna go for a bite? I know a place that's very good at making soup noodles ?".

He then continued Saying "You really have a talent in sparring, why don't you show off" holding his upper stomach, where he received the blow I threw, I continued to study how he moaned in pain and how he held where he was hurt, you know us with this special Gene can't feel anything unless you want to learn, I have been studying all.

I feel close to the coach and don't know why.

" Sure, I was getting hungry anyway, but let's freshen up before, I'm sure you don't want to ruin someone's pleasant shop" I chortled.

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From my imagination, I thought this place would be filled with millions of people but I just met a few hikers enjoying their soup noodles.

The aroma wasn't bad, it was enough to tell you how it would taste on your tongue.

"What are you thinking about?" My coach asked.

"Oh nothing else, seems there's a mountain over here, seeing those hikers around," I asked him.

He looked at them and said, "You really are a genius, sure it seems it's not far from here. They have been making the whole world know of this my favorite spot. Now let's get in and order something, would you like a can of beer".

" Coach, I'm not legally grown to take in alcohol" I replied and made our way into the shop.

We took our seats close to the window, that's perfect to watch the surroundings as we ate.

There weren't many people but the television was louder, and I wondered how it would be at the broadcasting station.

" Good afternoon, lovely people out there. We bring you the detailed news of the student who was found dead about days ago. If you all recall she was partaking in the recent GED, this incident has put many fears into the parents and students taking these exams, others saying it's a curse. Bringing out more myths to support what happened to the poor girl" the Anchor reported.

" Your order is in," the waitress said. She served us and broke into tears after seeing the picture of the girl who got murdered.

Behind our seats and the seat next to the counter were taken by two hikers, three fishermen, and a fishmonger.

"Poor woman, that's her niece!" Exclaimed one of the hikers.

" Really, I feel so bad for her, who could have killed such an innocent child?" The other replied.

"Oh, umm... I agree with you, may the great deity judge the one who did this, she's so innocent to die" the fishmonger said.

I quickly finished the bowl of soup noodles, I yelled out to get their attention...

" What makes you think she's innocent? Why? Because she's a girl or a teenager. Damn, fuck you! She is just like you. " Great deity," you say, gosh! Coach, I'm waiting for you outside.

I took my bag pack and got out... My coach joined me lighting his cigarettes. He bursts out in laughter, I didn't know what sounded so funny that he couldn't stop laughing despite his pain.

" Why are you laughing?" I curiously asked him.

He cleared his throat and then replied "You acted like someone whose family member is a killer. I mean I truly admired your courage back then but you shouldn't have made me apologize to them".

" I am a serial killer's daughter! I didn't ask you to apologize" I said, leaving him behind.

Why do they categorize us? Why is this an animal kingdom? I bet those police and detectives didn't check the facts relating to her but what killed her? She died because she wasn't lucky.

Her predator chose her as his prey!