Shawn stared ahead, frozen to his seat and still shocked from his own actions. He looked at the gun in his hands, disbelief etched on his face. I did it, I actually did it. He thought it would feel normal; Dennis had told him it'd feel normal but he couldn't get the guilt he was feeling off his chest.

　　What he felt was far from normal. He had killed someone; a person who hadn't offended him or done anything to harm him. He had taken the life of someone living their day ...