Anger, sadness, desperation I feel them all right now, burning through me. Burning out my thoughts, burning out my sense of reality. So I do the unthinkable. I kill her. Murder her. Destroy her. Whatever I did, she's gone.
Out of my life, gone forever, no more. I might have done it, but I don't know how why or when. It just happened, and it's out of my control. The tears can run my face all they want, it won't change the past. Won't fix what I think I did. Life will never fill her body, it will never give her a sense of mind again. She's dead, there's no other way to describe it. No other way to say what this lifeless carcass next to me is, except dead.
So, did I do it? Did I really kill her? Maybe it looks like that, but I'm not capable of that am I? Could I really kill some little girl who occasionally got on my nerves? No, that doesn't sound like me. So then what really happened?
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