I aimed at my target, straight at his head. I didn't think twice before pulling the trigger.
The gunshot sounded. Blood spurted behind on the wall. A body fell to the floor in a slump. And all I did was smile.
I honestly thought that, at least to a point, I would feel guilty for having "innocent" blood on my hands. But I don't. I don't feel bad for ridding this world of the monstrosity he is. I have no concern at all about getting caught. I don't even feel a twinge of remorse thinking of the fact that he was my best friends brother.
No. No guilt, no remorse. All I feel is relief. Relief in knowing I can sleep well tonight.
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