I tried as hard as I could. Truthfully, I did. When the syringe punctured his skin, though, I knew it was too late. The needle just didn’t go in right. It feels weird to say - to write - but, the needle hesitated as if his skin were steel. Of course, it eventually went in, but I knew something was off. His eyes lolled from side to side. His tongue hung out of dried lips. A few seconds later, the sound of his heartbeat fading permeated the room. I called for a doctor, but it was late and he took too long to come. By the time he was in the room, the patient was lost.

This page will not be stained by tears. I never wanted him to live anyway. I’m happy I finally got my chance at revenge.