I stare at the lifeless body before me. Was she really dead? The room was silent. Had I really driven her to this? Was I the reason she took something as delicate and special as a life? I won't believe that she's dead. She couldn't be. She just couldn't! I prayed for a sign of life. Nothing. No sound of breathing. No quiet beating of a broken heart.
The gun was a few feet away from her cold hand. Her young face still frozen in a state of sorrow and hysteria. I dropped into the pool of blood she lay in. "I'm so sorry." I say, meaning every word of my useless apology. As I stood up, I felt like crying. But I wouldn't let the tears take over. She was dead. The girl who once smiled with bright eyes, only to hide years of pain. My hate, my cruelty, had killed her. I grab the gun off the floor. Now crying, I say. "I'm sorry" and pull the trigger.
