There still hasn't been a day that I haven't thought about ______ and
what I had done to him. I don't really know if I'm a horrible person with
a horrible job, or if I'm a good person stuck into a horrible job? I walk
into the same bathroom everyday staring blankly at the same reflection for
the past five years, trying to release the image of his eyes staring in
horror as I took his life. "He was just a boy."I thought to myself and I
was the one who had his blood on my hand five years ago. I looked back into
the eyes of my reflection ashamed of what I had become. I ended this young
boys life and for what exactly? Was the reason that his parents were evil
so they had destined him for evil? Or was it because it was what "The
Homicide Eliminators" told me to do?
I thought about him for awhile. "NO! STOP! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!" the
young boy said. Those words rang in my head like a fire alarm. As I took
two steps forward he took one step back. I quickly grabbed him by the back
I got back to reality and the thoughts of his death brought back
every memory of this painful "job". I got up from my computer desk and
started to rub my eyes to let go of the stess and to try and stop his voice
but when I opened them, every person who I had killed surrounded me like a
football game huddle and they started closing in. I shut my eyes as hard as
I could, taking deep breaths and counting to 10. "10" I said as I opened
my eyes and the voices and images were gone.
I walked back into my room still feeling a little hazy. So I sat down
on the side of my bed and I drank the glass of water sitting on my night
stand as I thought about why I couldn't leave and why all of these people
were haunting me. It brought me back to when I was about to turn thirteen.
Before then I was surrounded by the best family a girl could have. Even
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