I....I look at the man, the bullet went right through his head, blood splattered on the wall, there's a mirror in the living room I turned and saw myself, bathed in blood but it's not his blood it's mine, my head hurts the blood is dripping like water from broken tap one drop per minute. I put my hand on the wound, it hurts. suddenly I fell on the floor. I see flashbacks of people laughing. I see a 11 year old boy and a beautiful woman sitting at dinner table. Now I see myself tied to a chair. Beaten to death. I remember now I killed this man because he hurt my family. I closed my eyes and went to sleep right there on the floor in the pool of blood.
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