I Deserve This...

I Deserve This

"Go ahead," she screamed, her lips cut open, blood trickling out. Her blonde hair was now matted and red from the blood that leaked from her scalp, one of her eyes were gouged out and oozed blood. Her shirt and jeans were torn and soaked with blood, and her hands were now just hunks of meat. It was a shame, I thought, she was quite beautiful before, dazzling, single mother who was wonderful to everyone around her. What had changed in her?

She couldn't even shoot me once because of that eye, as as the dogs had gotten loose earlier she had just gotten torn apart, into the stage she is in now. We had gotten them under control, but she was gone. It didn't take long for me to find her and for her to shoot the rest of her bullets. Poor woman. But she murdered human beings. Scores of people with families. Scores of families, devestated.

I could finish her, or I could leave her to die, or I could try to save her. No, I could never save her, only the first two. It would be suspicious if I had killed her, but, it would be the right thing to do. I wanted to ask so many questions. Why? What caused this? How? I could not though, I was mute. Mute as in my vocal cords suck.

No one would live with me if I shot her, but I couldn't live with myself to have walked away. I have never killed anyone. I couldn't do it. What could I do? WHAT COULD I DO?! I wanted to scream!  I want to shout, curse the world for putting me in this situation! She was sobbing, I had to do it! I'm going to do it! FUCK!!!

Oh no. What have I done? Oh, no, what have I done? The bullet went straight through her other eye, mauling it and piercing her brain. Her body went limp, she fell to the floor which a thud. Her body made no noise as it fell.

Oh, hell, why? Why?! I fell to my knees, and crawled to her body. I did this. I murdered somebody who was already suffering. How could I have done this? I'm a mistake. I should not exist. Murderers should be punished by death. Why me though? Fuck. My gun still had bullets. I stutter away from the body, trembling.

I deserve this. I deserve this. The gun is pointed at my temple now. I deserve this! I FUCKING DESERVE THIS!