I am twirling the knife as I walk away from Marty’s house. The farther I get the more I feel getting away from my soul. I know that if I could possibly, anyhow have had managed to reach the police station, the man I am going to kill today would have been spared. His life is going to end at my hands. As I walk, I start to question, was it a right decision to become a police officer?
I mean sometimes, I feel that I am not suitable for this job. I am so unhappy and lost, knowing that a man’s life gonna end because of me and it make me unhappy.
So, what about the people I put behind the bars, there lives also ends, the moment they step inside. Like Hiram’s did.
But I know this isn’t the time, I have to steel my heart and kill this man.
I keep thinking about how I am going to kill this man
