Had to be done

I walked out of the room, leaving the ranks shocked. That had been my plan all along; to instill fear. I wanted to eliminate the mentality that they had about finding comfort in crowds. Immediately the doors closed, I started hyperventilating.

I had never killed anyone in my entire life. I tried my best to keep my breath steady as I climbed up the stairs to my room. When the door closed behind me, I took off my coat and then unbuttoned my shirt. Suddenly, I felt suffocated.

My breaths were heavy, my hands were shaking, and sweat was trickling down my body. The burden of guilt weight heavily against my shoulders. It didn’t matter if Vincenzo was the enemy or the fact that it was either him or me.

I had taken a human life and that was that.

The sick part of my brain was relieved that he was gone but the better part of me reminded me that they should have been another way. There was no other way and I knew it. Still, I felt like a bad person. The very person my mother never wanted me to