Revenge is the blade that cuts both ways
“We reap what we sow,” I told her, the muzzle of my gun resting inside the soft pink flesh of her mouth.
With the tears and the makeup running down her face, she looked so small. The snot oozing its way out of her nose. Her tits out.
There wasn’t much to think about. I pulled the trigger. Her brains came out the back. Some stuff came out the front. Her body fell sideways from kneeling on the floor, to a kind of curled up heap.
Is this what revenge feels like?
Just a void where something used to be. Was it even worth it? Was it worth it to smoke all those cigarettes that brought me closer to death? Why? Why did I do some things and not others? What do my choices say about me?
And now this. This nothingness. Thoughtlessness. What was it all for?
I lost something…
…I suppose we reap what we sow.