BLOOD... Curdling Screams. Absolute TERROR in their eyes. As you pummel into their dark skin with a shiny pocket knife a rich red color spills out and stains the weapon. No more screaming, or struggle like when you grabbed their wrist tightly and threw them in the back of your car. When you slapped tape on their pink lips and wrapped rope around their legs. All you hear is pure silence. A mangled mess of a used to be living person left on the concrete of a dark alley. Warm, lively skin completely destroyed and replaced with scars dripping red liquid and cold, bare skin. 

        The life they could’ve spent saving the world or curing cancer? GONE. As you walk away, a phone starts ringing. You check your pocket and remember you left your phone at home. You look over your shoulder to see a bright white light shining through the rugged pocket of the dead woman’s coat. As you slowly walk over, you hear sirens and police men calling out. “Attention! We are looking for a missing mom with five children at home. They haven’t seen her for hours. If you find her please call XXX.” You grab the phone and look at the contact name and missed calls. Trembling, you smash it and run away completely and utterly guilty. Hmm...what did you do wrong?