“What have I done?â€?
The gun, a terrible reminder of my deed, fell out of my hand and landed with a hollow crash that thundered through the room.
With a sullen expression, I stared my victim in the eyes. He just stared back as he slowly became weak due to extreme blood loss. He limped over to the side and fell, slamming into the ground and out of sight. The impact thundered over and over again in my mind.
“Why didn’t I think this through?â€?
Screams could be heard in the neighboring rooms.
“I should have waited for an empty house. I hate to be a disturbance.â€?
The cold nature of the room did not help my fragile mind. The vent continually poured its frigidity onto my body. With great contemplation, I studied over my choices. The door flung open.
“Oh my God! Call 911!â€? screamed a raving woman as she gazed upon the scene.
All I could do was stare back with embarassment. The victim I had seen in the bathroom mirror now lay dying from unhappiness.