Paris+3

//Rough Draft/Planning//
 * killed achilles
 * right in the heel
 * kapow
 * showing off
 * explain war
 * death
 * rejected

//Actual diary entry//

Dear diary, I write this with my last breath. I have lived a glamorus life. I was named Alexandra. I was given Helen. I killed the mighty Achilles. Now my time has come. Philocetes has mortally wounded me. Helen has taken me to my old friend Oenone. The day I left her for Helen she said she would heal any wound that was inflicted upon me. She refused to heal me. I didn't care for her and this is my punishment. I have nothing more to regret then that. Achilles died by my hands. By my arrow. I struck him in the heel and he fell. I made my name in history. Now my name will be written on my grave. He lost his life because of me and Helen. Helen sits beside me. Weeping for me, weeping for the lives lost because of her. I want to cry with her to honour the memories of our men that we lost. No tears come to my eyes. Helen has stolen all my tears. My dear foster parent Agelaus. What does he think of me now? He told me of the prophecy. Of me destroying the great City of Troy. He told me I was destined for a much better life. When Aphrodite gave me Helen I thought Agelaus was right. I was taking a turn for the best. The prophecy came true. I killed everyone who looked up to me and fought beside me.Why did I not listen to Agelaus? Why did I not let everything everything get to me. Why did I think that I would have an eternal winning streak. A voice in the back of my head answers these questions with an obvious answer, "because your Paris." I feel the tears coming to my eyes seeing a few of my regrets written on paper. I must stop before I die regretting my life. Agelaus always told me to die enjoying life. He would be happy in the underworld if I died laughing or at least smiling. Goodbye, Paris

//Afterwords: I reached up and touched Helen's cheek. I felt the hot tears hitting my hand.She looked at me. Trying to smile. I told her I loved her and she actually looked happy. I smiled, and passed on. Agelaus smiled and cried of seeing the boy he raised and save, fulfill the awful prophecy he believed to be bogus, but smiled to see him dieing with his love by his side. He died with a smile and love in his heart.//

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