Not a villain

I never expected this day to really come. My things were packed, cats fed and I stood in the middle of my room taking all memories in. It's my last time standing here. I could say my last goodbye to everybody here, but after I leave my past will finally catch up to me.

I could hear my mom in other room. She was watching something on TV not knowing just how her child fucked up everything. Mom was always so proud of me. I had good grades, I wasn't problematic or rude. That's probably because of guilt in me. I would never do anything against my mom knowing just how hurt she would be. It's not just her. This whole village loved me. I always helped my neighbors and was polite to old people, but my time to pay for my sins came. So, without further hesitation, I jumped out of the window with one bag in my hand.

It was cold. Too cold for my liking. I sneaked to mom's car and sat inside. After waiting just for a moment longer and looking up towards only one window with light inside, I drove out of my backyard. The further car went, I felt more tears on my cheeks.

Then it saw it. Border of neon green smoke surrounding my village. It took me all strength in myself to cross it and when I did just crashing sounds were heard behind my car.

I killed them. I killed them all.