Easy
I was happy once. I could think. I could feel. But that was before the voices started.
"You can do it. You can kill him."
I'm scared. I'm scared because I know I can. Killing someone is easy if you can't feel anything but pain. I know because I have done it. I have never learned to ride a bike or drive a car, but I can kill like I can take a picture. Just point. Click.
Meant to Be
The late morning sun shone through the bedroom window. The stripes of the semi-open blinds made it look like they were wearing jailbird pajamas. They had just woken up and she was running her hand through his hair. They were smiling and laughing. They were making stupid jokes that only someone who really loved you would laugh at.
With his arm across her swollen belly, he felt the baby kick. They smiled at each other with a twinkle never before seen between two human beings. They had something between them that dissolved almost every problem. His smile and that sparkle that told her they would be together forever was the last thing she ever saw as her husband walked in and shot them.
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