The fine black mist over my eyes, suffocates me, envelopes me, overpowers me. I'm being pulled farther down into the dark, away from the light and the living. I can't stand the pain. The overwhelming ache in my chest, as if my rib cage is too small for me to breathe and my heart is too big to further beating.
I can't stand the memories I have. The memories I delve into ever night and day. Remembering. The last thing that I want to do. These memories surface from the depth of my past. I've worked so hard to bury them inside. But now they all flood back as wounding as ever.
I'm a tormented soul, nourished only by the evil that surrounds me. The evil I create. When I see others suffer that did wrong to others,I grow strong, with no need to hide. I don't have to force myself to be somebody else, to seem nice, evil lets me be myself.
I remember screaming away his image, the images of that day, and they left troubled, and frightened, but I knew they would be back, that they would continue to torment me, until the day that he is dead and gone from this world.
And he is now.
Now I can sleep at night knowing he won't be hiding in the shadows. I can be at peace. He paid the price for his sins. The same punishment the government would have given him, if the government had been good enough to put him away and kill him. Good and dead. I committed no sin as I am scarcely human anymore, he created this, this monster that I am. The evil is gone now. It's good and dead just like he is.
Everything is good and all evil is dead in my life. His image is gone. I cannot even remember his face. Only his eyes. The pure evilness of them. The eyes I took the life from. The life they never deserved to have.
(suddenly in a whisper)
Can you hear that?
Those are all the souls rejoicing, now that they are free.
I set them free.