• As the realization set in, my mind caught up with my body. I had killed someone. I took an innocent person's life away. There was no sorry, no oops. Just death. As the tears welled up inside and burst out like a dam with too much pressure, the saltiness covered the blood. I left the body right where it was, too scared to move at all.

    I had to do something about it, but I couldn't move an inch. Moaning, crying hysterically, and twitching like a stick in the wind, I took the dead body in my hands and set off towards the river a mile away. I went through the forest so no one would see me as I was walking. I let it all sink in. The cops would be after me. I still had one bullet left since I didn't use it on him.

    Him, it wasn't his time to go. He had his whole life ahead of him. My tears kept pouring out, the shock was fading.


    As I got near the bank, I knelt and prayed. Prayed this was a dream. I opened my eyes and he was there. Tears streaming down my face, I let my brother drift into the current.

    fin.