Diana
Well, that didn’t go as well as I planned.
I thought I had all the mental resources and preparation to deal with the event that he didn’t die.
But as I stepped out of that room, shaking and unable to see through the tears that welled over my eyes for whatever reason…I saw that it was the complete opposite.
Something inside me was breaking.
I had just killed a person twice…and now, I had to ‘kill’ him again. I had to kill him as long as he stood up.
How?
I had initially thought the feeling of disappointment was what was going to overwhelm me. I was also readying myself for the fear, in case he got angry or something else.
I wasn’t prepared for the guilt.
I wasn’t prepared for the way my conscience felt trapped. Like I was committing the murder over and over again. Two murders
