Through A Killer's Eyes

Warning: The following story is not meant to be sick and twisted, as some people might think. But if you are easily sickened by graphic violence, then don't read this. You have been warned.

.... what had happened to me.....?
......i had led such a normal life.....
.....no problems, no stupid desicions.....
......a normal life......
.......and now.....
.......now, what will happen to me......?
.....i didn't know what would happen when i walked into the bank that day.....
....and i didn't care...
....these people didn't accept me, they didn't care about my problems.....
.....and i didn't care about theirs, their petty insecurities, their families and little children sitting at home....
....all i wanted was revenge....
....just to scare them a little....
.....i didn't mean to pull that trigger....
.....but the bullets sprayed out anyway.....
....the people screamed....
.....the papers flew.....
.....windows and vases shattered....
....lifeless bodies fell left and right....
.....the blood spattered across the floor....
....finally the shooting stopped.....
....the survivors lay crying on the ground....
.....the dead quietly stepped into the other world.....
....and then the sirens.....
..... and the blue lights....
....the police started yelling on their megaphones....
.....about releasing the survivors.....
....about coming out peacfully....
....but i ignored them.....
....their pleas meant nothing to me....
....when they stormed the bank....
.....i put up no resistance....
....in the courtroom the judge asked why....
....and i couldn't answer....
....he said my fate....
.....and i didn't hear him...
....i couldn't hear him....
.....and as they brought me down the old, crumbling hallway.....
....nothing came to my brain....
.....when they laid me down on the bed and stuck the tubes in me....
....my expression was blank....
....as millions watched me on national t.v.....
....i wouldn't give them the pleasure of seeing me scared......
....i wouldnt give them the pleasure.....
....and as the poison seeped into my bloodstream....
....and as my eyelids got droopy....
.....i had remorse....
....i thought of the people lying in the bank....
....their families hearing the terrible news....
....and as i stood near the edge of death, staring into its cold eyes....
....i was sorry....

....i....
.....was....
....so...
.....sorry....

...forgive... me....