The deed was finally done. I have finished my needed task.

I killed my son, my son who was only 3 months. He was a complete accident on my part. One night I decide to not use a condom with my girlfriend and we got this. Then to show exactly how selfish she was she decided to keep the baby against my wishes.

So I broke up with her, knowing I’d have horrid plans for it later.

The sound of the gunshot still seemed to echo as I held the limp body of my baby.

Then my ex-girlfriend woke up. She woke up to see her child dead in my arms.

And her eyes, oh god, her eyes were filled with such sadness as she took in the scene. She knew she was never going to see her baby grow old or anything. And she felt so betrayed by me as she continued to stare at me with her hurt eyes.

The guilt overtook me. I looked down at my work with such digust. I killed a baby for Christ’s sake.

So I placed the baby back in its bed and I pointed the gun at my head, pressing on the trigger.

My ex’s cry rang as I fell.