Life as a Murderer

Lining up my scope with the target my finger slowly pulls the trigger back, the birds go silent, the wind seizes to exist, the sun dims, and POW there it goes straight into the middle of the target’s chest piercing the heart. I would feel bad for it only for the fact that it did not know what it had coming or did not even have a chance to say any last prayers, but my mother’s bloodcurdling scream still rang clear as a bell throughout my mind along with my father and brother’s last words telling me to run.