4. Justin: "Killed"
A week has past and Justin still fails to cooperate with me. Thank god it's over.
"Shut up you worthless piece of shit" I scream at him as he moans in pain.
"I wouldn't have to if you didn't cut my stomach."
"I'll take the pain away from your stomach" I tell him.
"By putting it somewhere else."
I raise the gun and aim at his knee and pull the trigger.
The screaming gets even worse. I aim for him head and he's gone. Thank heaven that's over. I leave his corpse in there, walking out of the apartment immediately. I hop in my car and drive off, to my flat. The one I share with Toby. I pass through my neighbourhood and smile, seeing all the happy little kids. I wish for them to stay that way, happy and young...
My thoughts drift towards my childhood, but, almost immediately, I stop myself, knowing that if I did, tears would fall.
"Hey Toby" I say, throwing my keys on the counter.
"How was your day?"
"It was good. I had a day off. You?"
"Finally killed that bastard."
"Nice. who's up next?"