Quiet had its own tone that could deafen any ear. The way its eerie atmosphere creates a pulse within your heart. Thump......Thump.......Thump. Every beat pumped more fear into my soul. The adrenalin rush that I was getting was like a drug to sedate a mammoth. I stood huddled in the corner, the fire like a blanket of warmth, turned to ice every time I saw her face. I kept my head down but there was no avoiding looking. Her lifeless eyes staring back at me, its as if she was still in there. What had I done, I cant explain it, all of life, its miracles, its magic, had been in my hand that pulled the trigger. But was it wrong, I loved the hate that had possessed my hallow soul. It was a new feeling, Yes a new feeling and no-one can tell me other wise. Was it bad, well if it make me feel this way then I guess not, I AM GOD, if I have the power to end life then the equals the power to create life. So let her carcass rote on the ground,. No one will look for her, she was nothing to this world, a mere waste of air and space. No what am I saying that was a life, I looked back into her eyes, They stared back. I was to rote in purgatory for this. She was a soul and the way I discarded her from the world was. MASTERFUL, you ended a life that took a knife, cut out your heart out , and stepped on it repeatedly.
You know how they say before you die your life flashes before your eye's. The depressing thing is, is how true it is. When I stared into the hollow chamber, My every memory, like a blink of an eye flashed. My first step, my first word, my first day of school, my first kiss, my graduation day, my husband, and my, BOOM!!. it was over "NO"!!!!!!!!!!! I stood on my lifeless body screaming to him not to shoot, but it happened so fast I had no idea if I was dead or not. But as I looked to the corner there he was, the love of my life, the man who gave me everything. Why though, why did he do it? The question is always simple but the reason is not. So I walk down the tunnel with no light at the end, I have been destroyed, my soul with a weight of tremendous Mass. Will my soul decay and rote, and the buried in an unmarked grave, to were no one will ever know my story, who I was, and what I did for all of eternity. Is that the gorgeous heaven I was promised.