I always loved that release of tension after you did something you thought was beyond your human capacity; never pride or boastfulness, just knowing it was done and over with. You won't have to do it again. That is where I am now- looking at this dark sky blackened by ashy clouds with midnight behind them.
It will rain soon, but I don't mind. It even seems... fitting. The ground was already wet anyway. From what I'm not really sure. My eyes are lax but my grip on this handle is firm. It's almost like I want to leave finger prints. Maybe I do. That's why rain would be fitting. It would cleanse this hot liquid off my hands and my conscience.
You see, mom and dad were fighting again. They're always fighting about the dumbest things. I thought it was normal for so long until I visited my friends' houses. Their parents didn't fight, so why mine? Even the fights were bearable, but they never paid attention to me. That I hated more then anything. No matter what I did, it would become a fight between them.
As I heard the wailing sirens behind me pressing red and blue lights on the panels of my house, I wondered who called them. It didn't really matter now. I should feel sorry but I just don't. If anything, their lack of attention sealed their fates. They never saw me coming.
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