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Walking Doesn't Help

I walked away.

From the houses.

From my past life.

I walked to the place where I was treated.

Or killed.

That hospital.

Those people.

I walked in with a gun.

The alarm went off.

I didn't care.

I went on.

Walking down the hallway.

Anger in my chest.

I saw a doctor walk down.

I stopped.

It was him.

The main doctor.

The one that said that I was to die.

Now it was his turn.

I walked over to him and put the gun to his head.

I didn't shoot.

I said "Why did you do this to me? Why?"

He didn't say anything.

I responded by shooting him in the thigh.

He yelled.

I started to shoot randomly.

At the lights.

The floor.

Almost myself.

I ran towards the exit, when someone stopped me.

I shot them in the leg.

I ran out the door.

I ran home.

All the way.

With no regrets or remorse.

I just felt anger.

I just felt anger...