“I didn’t mean to kill him,” I told the priest at confession. “He just came, I didn’t think I just shot. He came too close to my sister, reaching out, before dying. He was my sisters boyfriend, now I hate my self.”

“If you want to repent your sins, He will help you.” The priest said in a comforting tone.

“But I destroyed a soul, an innocent soul. Do you think He will help me.”

“Of course he’ll help you!”

I didn’t believe him. I felt so incredibly terrible that I bought a thick rope in a nearby craft store. I went to my room researched how highly the noose would have to be, how big the noose itself. I climbed on the desk, put the noose over my head, and stepped off.