Incriment

One of the stuff I wrote while class was boring, but I couldn't sleep.

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Shattered pieces of glass were scrambled all over the floor. My vision was a blur - everything was a blur. I pulled at the trigger and the stench of gun powder invaded my nostrils. I couldn't believe it.

I did it.

I killed the man that was haunting me in my dreams, that stalked me in my mind, that convinced me that I was going crazy, because of all of these terrifying hallucinations. I killed the man that killed me - my soul, that left my heart breaking dramatically into pieces, that flooded my mind with all the melancholic and solitary emotions that I couldn't feel anything anymore. I felt satisfied that I've put an end to the life of the man that took my emotions away and hid it with himself. Yet, this uneasiness was returning, as if what I did was wrong. What? No, no, no! It was completely fair, he deserved it, he deserved this if not hell.