Chapter 10

I hadn’t left my house in days. I didn’t know how I felt about anything anymore. I had so much to take in and digest. My path had been made up for me. There was no backing out now. I had always had the option to stop at any time before this. My life would never go back to how it was. I had changed, I could not put back the life I had taken. How do you forget the day you became a murder? I was scared, I felt cornered. Like the fate of everyone sat on my weak shoulders. I couldn’t stop thinking about those other people. Should I have tried to save them? Maybe I could have saved everyone. I know it’s easy to think that, after the fact. I know a part of me, knows I had no choices my hands were tied. But part of me, can’t let go. Can’t let go of the what’s ifs.

I took comfort in the thought, that this was nothing more than a delusional dream. A dream I wanted to make true. But one I could stop without hurting anyone. Now if I stopped, multiple people would be dying. Could I live with that