“What have I done?"
The gun, a terrible reminder of what I’d done, fell out of my hand and landed with a hollow crash that thundered through the room.
With a sullen expression, I stared my victim in the eyes. He just stared back as he slowly became weakened. He limped over to the side and fell, slamming into the ground. The impact thundered over and over again in my mind.
“Why didn’t I think this through?"
Screams could be heard in the neighboring rooms.
“I should have waited for an empty house."
The room was freezing, but my victim lay motionless. The door flung open.
“Oh my God! Call 911!" screamed a panicked woman as she gazed upon the scene.
All I could do was stare back with embarrassment. The victim I had seen in the bathroom mirror now lay dying from unhappiness.