pupgirl112
"Take the shot," Y/n's uncle said, pointing at the small animal, a rabbit, that was in the brush. "Shoot it!" She paused. She didn't dare disobey her uncle. So she did it. A loud crack ranging through the field, then silence. That's when she felt it. A crazed smile was brought to her face as she felt it. No, not guilt. It was satisfaction, perhaps even joy was in the mix of feeling she'd just experienced. But one thing was for sure, there was pride. Pride that welled up inside of her as her uncle praised her. That wasn't the last time she shot something.