Camila Davis lives with her little brother Caleb. One night she goes to the store and on her way back get's her and her brother in big trouble that changes both of their lives.
Silas King, the leader of one of the most dangerous mafias was out with...
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"You have no reason to feel bad for them, you just protected yourself!" Aisha squeezes my shoulders.
"I'm not a killer, I'm supposed to be innocent."
I'm not scared that I protected myself, I'm scared because I enjoyed every second of it and couldn't stop. I fantasise about all the different way I could have ended their lives.
"Nobody is innocent in this world Cam, it's way too cruel for that."
For the past three hours I have been crying my heart out while Aisha holds me in her arms, telling me that everything is okay and that I had a valid reason for my doings. She has told me how she felt the first time she killed someone.
It was a man who tried to assault her too and even if it is tragic and I feel bad for her, I can't hep but to feel relieved that we have something so similar to relate to.
"Did you have nightmares?" I hate them. I have had them for what feels like forever. They are about my mom but sometimes they stop. Like my mind decides to give me a brake, then they come back but worse.
"For a while yes but I didn't have a best friend to keep me sane."
For that I am grateful, having her here to help me go through this, even if I don't completely trust her yet.
Though I do admit, we have gotten a lot closer and I'm starting to forget the whole kidnapping thing that she was a part of.
"Sleep here tonight?" I ask, hoping that I do not need to spend the night alone with my thoughts. I don't trust myself anymore.
"Of course, let me just go change and I will be right back, I promise."
She leaves to her room and I'm left alone.
The look on their faces as I pulled the knife from their throats are terrifying. The feeling of their cold bodies as I watch them take their last breathe.
I close my eyes, wishing for this all to end. For all the images of their corpses to just end. I still have the knife. I never gave it back to Silas, I felt too paranoid, the need to have something to protect myself was unreal.
I constantly feel as if someone is watching me, waiting for the right moment to get revenge for ending someones life.
I deserve it, I deserve getting punished for it.
All of them probably had a family, kids who are waiting for them to come home, wives who are worried sick.
Out of nowhere I feel puke rising up my throat and I rush to my bathroom and make it to the toilet right before I empty my stomach.
I'm not even throwing up food, it's just stomach acid that's coming out.
"Cam, are you alright" I hear Aisha ask behind me and I just shake my head which is enough for her to kneel down, hold my hair and whisper in my ear that everything will be okay.
