This story is not intended to promote or encourage actions such as murder or animal abuse.
I killed a bird. It was a mother bird. I saw it on the ground by a tree, and my first thought wasn't: "I should try and save it." My first thought was: "It's suffering. It should be put it out of its misery." That wasn't really my motive to kill it, though.
I carefully picked it up and looked at the damage. I think it smashed into a building and survived. The tree had a nest with chicks in it.
They never asked to be born. They were better off dying young when all they knew was sleeping, eating, fighting over food, and squawking. Before they knew the true cruelty of the world.
I brought the bird close to home in a more private section of town. It looked at me like it was simultaneously desperate to escape but also like it was begging for help.
I tried to give it a painless death, and I threw it away when I was done.
I don't feel any remorse for killing it. That's probably not a good thing. Right? I don't know anymore.
Should I have killed the bird? No. Was it wrong of me to kill it? Yes.
I understand that.
But...
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Fanfiction"I've thrown it all away. There's nothing left. My personality, my ideals, me... It's all gone. I did this all to myself, and I know how it happened, but at the same time, I don't know why it happened." 。。。| Disclaimer: - I do not own BNHA/MHA. Al...
