His first murder

My thinking became a blur. It felt like it was jumbling in a foggy pattern.

My brain was failing at processing everything, nothing was making sense, nothing at all.

The men assaulting my mother had covered her mouth. She couldn't even breathe, not even from her nose, they were covering that too.

In front of my eyes I saw the movement of her body slow down.

I looked down at the floor in misery and utter despair.

The gun was there.

The very gun that was slapped out of mom's hands.

I looked up at them again. They seemed very immersed in their act.

At that very moment I felt all my emotions fade somewhere in the deep dark corner of my being as I made a decision.

I then quietly opened up the door. It didn't make any sound at all.

I picked up the gun and raised it up but before pulling the trigger I stopped for a moment. I had no idea how to shoot, especially from a distance, so I walked a few steps ahead.