I stood at the edge of the building.
Sweat glistened down my forehead.
My hands were clammy.
I can't believe I killed those innocent people.
The way they looked at me, pure innocent eyes.
I was delusional.
People screamed in the background.
My mother screamed my name, sobs following after.
what i did was horrible.
the looks on their innocent faces.
the way they screamed as i pushed the blade through their stomachs.
i was a murderer.
i can't believe i'm doing this.
it's my only choice.
but what about my family?
it's either one or the other.
goodbye world.
