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It was the first time I killed a man, looking down at my hands i felt a sense of urgency.. the blood was everywhere, i felt it in the lines of my palms. Looking at the moon it was a perfect crescent, shining bright you could almost see its gray patterns, I opened the trunk of my car, walked to his body. "not much to say now huh?". I grabbed him by what was left of his head and pulled him to an upright position​, then dragged him by the collar to the rim of my car; I could feel my hair in my face, i grabbed his arm and hoisted him on my shoulder, placing it neatly on the tarp in my trunk. Not only had i successfully ended a life, i knew i could do it again, i felt my heart pump blood into my brain, my pulse was fast on my neck the chills consumed my body and i felt as god himself towering over him.. 12 gauge in hand, i accepted this feeling, let it enter my veins. I shut the trunk and drove home. I listened to "lets go sunning" by jack shaindalin , the song always mad me so sunny!. I pulled into the driveway got out of the car and walked inside, she was asleep, her blonde hair draped over the bed. I walked into the bathroom, turning the faucet i looked into the mirror, there was blood spatter on my face, the water felt nice and warm on my face.I Watched the blood go down the drain. I looked into the mirror i stared at myself right into my own eyes I smiled a wide one and knew that not only was i alive but i was a destroyer...