Requested by ChocolatexCheese.
sdgfdrg you really didn't made it easy, did you?
It's written in first person POV. I won't write who is talking/thinking, because sometimes, it might just be the both of them. I want you to decide who is thinking what.

The three Ss.
Sin, Snake, Strangle.

I always felt I was a prisoner of my sins. I should've known when it was about to fall on me; but sins, they were like a snake. At first, you didn't know they were there. You did something and it just appeared out of nowhere. It would slide and crawl around you, the only sign was the slight, low hiss, but you couldn't hear it. And then, slowly, it approached. Every time, it seemed closer. You looked around, but it was nowhere. It was too late. Then, it would start touching you. You would feel something cold, slippy, swift against your skin. But you couldn't catch it. And at last, you would commit the sin, and suddenly, you would feel the weight of the Snake on your shoulders. The Devil itself would wrap itself around your body and wouldn't let go. He would just tighten his long, heavy body around, and when he was done playing, he would swallow you in nothingness.
Like a snake.

I'm not sure when I really started to feel the oppressing weight on my shoulders. Was it when I was contacted to do the nasty job? Was it when I finally gave up? I will never know. But one thing I am sure of, it was before I was told the truth about my time on Earth. At the time, when I was told I didn't have long to live, I could've sworn I heard a little hiss in my ear that sounded like a laugh, a chuckle. I knew it, I knew I deserved it. And I didn't want to run away.
After, I became a forensics expert. Why, of all things? Maybe it was to see what Death looked like. Or maybe it was to know just how I would look like once my last breathe left my lungs, my soul. Maybe.

When I was asked to do something unusual, I felt something. Something that made me, barely, though, feel lighter. That meant I could fix my errors. Save lives. It wouldn't help the victims of my past actions, but that meant I could help people, I could be the person that would help families avoid a terrible loss. It was... it was as if I was exonerated... almost. Because for ever would the sighs, the cries of the dying haunt me. I had comitted a terrible sin, and it would take time and efforts to forget it. So I started to slowly wash away the horrible thing I did, saving on like at a time. And then, there was this person. -
I was being consumed, slowly, painfully. One evil was constricting me, preventing me from breathing, tightening around my lungs. The second was devouring me from the inside. I was stuck, there was nothing I could do about it, it was the end.
Or so I thought. When I was attacked by a third evil -the Rosalia Virus, namely-, I met someone who was living the same fate as me. Their sin was strangling them, like the snake pressing out all the air from the lungs of its prey to suffocate him.

And when I met them, I knew something happened. We were in front of the operation room, and they nodded to me. It was a simple move, but it meant so much. That single action was a sign that something was going to happen. At that moment, I felt as if the snake around me fell dead to my feet. Its cold body was not pressed against my skin anymore. I felt a defening silence as the hiss suddenly stopped. I knew the person in front of me had been freed, liberated, exonerated too. That person had saved. They had changed my life forever.

Now... I feel bad. So bad. I'm sorry!
I honestly don't know what happened... school caught me up, and I just forgot about it during summer. When we started writing short stories in French, I remembered this... Forgive me! I'll try to not let it happen again!

'Exonerate'... I really like that word.

Reviews, requests and critics always welcome!