Confident

The expression of fear he wore made me chuckle.

The gun was pressed tightly in my palm, aimed straight at the middle of his head. He was right where I planned. Just one flick of the finger, and he would be dead in a matter of seconds.

Then I saw something that started to make me feel a little doubtful about killing him when I looked deeper into his eyes. He looked innocent, just like I used to be. I could tell he had a loving family and wife willing to do anything for him.

This isn’t who I am. I’m not this vile, repulsive person she molded me into. Before her, I was the top student in my class and completely engrossed in my faith.

But then she came along.

I always wanted a little something of more. More fun, more adrenaline. But now that I’ve had my fair share of employment and rebellion, I want out. But that’s not possible. I can’t just pack up and leave her, I’m here to stay.

Because with her, I’m confident.

With that thought of her in my mind, I pulled the trigger and watched him slowly fall on his face, and I walked away without a second glance. Knowing that she would be proud of me.