I was running. No time to think about anything. Just run. Don't question why.

"Your just doing your job" a little voice in my head said.

"Your not a bad person"

As I chased the target down in the woods I slowly assured myself that I was a good person even though deep down I know it's not true.

I threw one of my blades at the target and hit them in the back making them fall to the ground with a thud.

I pulled my knife out of their back. I turned them over and tried not to look at their face. This one hurt more then the rest. Yet I couldn't figure out why.

I slit their throat quickly with precision

I dragged the body out of the woods and disposed of it.

I went home and yelled into the house, "honey I'm home!"

No response.

"Honey?" I yelled again this time with more worry in my voice.

I started looking around the house for her.

Nothing.

It was then I realized I made the biggest mistake of my life.

I looked at a picture of me and her together smiling, that was laying on the counter.

The only difference was the blood.