Um, yeah, I wrote this when I was super pissed. Enjoy!

No Regrets

Blood runs down their cheeks, their crying blood. I stare down at them with my ice cold eyes. They drove me to this. It's their fault. The perfect chance to kill them all. I did. I have no regrets. They made my life hell, all of them. I see them squint and try to keep their eye sight. One of them tries to crawl away, but I step on their leg, stopping her. She screams in agony. "Why?" One of them whispers. "Because you broke my damn soul!" I screamed. I pull out a gun and shoot each of them, killing them quickly. "Goodbye, assholes." I said as I walked away with no regrets.

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R&R!