Before

We climb onto the roof and I help him up, we crouch down into a dark dusty corner away from their prying eyes, they can’t get us here, they can’t get us here, I keep saying to myself.

The man looks at me with curious eyes, “I’ve never met anyone like you before” he says “willing to help a stranger”

“You should be grateful for that” I whisper not telling him that he’s only in this position because of me.

If I hadn’t killed his brother and put a target on his back, none of this would have happened.

I think back to that night and hear him begging for his life just as I swing the blade that cuts off his cries. He falls to the floor lifeless.

I don’t know how this man beside me now doesn’t recognise that it’s me, I should be plaguing his mind ever since that day, but he’s blissfully ignorant to it all, that’s how he doesn’t feel the gun I’m pressing into his back, until right before I pull the trigger.