Kill them. Kill them. Kill them. Kill them.
This became my heartbeat, the rushing of blood in my ears, the gut-grinding, jaw-shattering need that followed me everywhere after. After my family disappeared in the millisecond it takes to snap your fingers, after half of the world blew away in the wind….that heartbeat was all I heard. The heaviness of my heart was crushing me.
Save them. Save them. Save them. Save them.
It didn't take long to realize that justice would not be served in the theft of my family, or in the loss of any one of the people who were there one minute and gone the next. There was no one to punish for this crime.
Lost them. Lost them. Lost them. Lost them.
And so the rage in me decided that others would pay: those who stole children from their fathers, those who grew rich and fat by destroying families, those who snapped the futures of the innocent out of existence.
Kill them. Kill them. Kill them. Kill them.
I would kill them. Then maybe the heartbeat in my ears would quieten, maybe the scream that always lurked right beneath my Adam's apple would subside…I know it's wrong. But its the only thing I could find that felt right….
I would kill them.