The plan :

I have often seen action films and series, featuring killers committing cold-blooded murder, or even main characters executing people because it is necessary for their survival or for the good of the world. 'humanity.

It's a logic that contradicts what my parents or others have always told me. They told me tirelessly that it is much better to be the injured than the one who hurts. Bob once contradicted me that only nice people accept it and can be happy like that, they endure life by leaving outside help to settle the accounts. They are weak, unable to fight back.

Another sentence marked me a lot and made me doubt the next act that I am preparing to commit. It was one of my teachers who told the class, "The whole world is arguing and killing each other, everyone is trying to justify themselves by saying that it's natural, but there isn't and there will never be a good reason to kill someone. There is nothing worse than taking a life".

She makes me doubt the consequences that this act will have on me, will I go crazy, unable to see myself in a mirror or even paranoid, fear will eat me away until I die of madness?

But hey, I stopped wondering what's right. By wanting to distinguish right from wrong, I ended up not knowing the difference. So come to think of it, we must always question the choices we make. Me, I decided to privilege myself, to be selfish like the others, I stopped having hope. Why should I be compassionate with the one who has always harassed me? He wondered what harm he was doing me with his band of boyfriends? Did he take my pain into account? Didn't he prioritize his amusement?

This world can be terribly cruel and I'm going to make it even worse.

"Enough with banalities, you've been thinking for too long for a few things that you will do in any case"

I know it, I know it, so let's get down to business.

Come to think of it, the first step in my plan must be that no one can find my identity, whether by the cameras or by the DNA fingerprints on the body and in the room. So first, I have to go buy a pair of leather gloves. Rummaging through the closet, I find a sweater with a hood big enough to hide up to my head. Not finding this enough, I use the technique of gangsters on the run, I opt to add a cap. So sweatshirt, cap, sunglasses and glove, the first step is validated.

Second step is the posture to keep your head down close to the cameras and always be at an angle so that you can't fully see my face. But even though I have the right posture, I don't know the location of the cameras, being antisocial reveals some flaws after all.

And finally I have to learn about the place I have to touch, so that it does not make any noise, while dying very quickly.

I would have to touch a sensitive point on the body. It is a point which is defined by a more or less wide area and which can cause disorders, physiological disturbances (such as paralysis), pathologies, even death if it is solicited in a violent way (blow, compression, puncture , burn) or if it is exposed to a hostile environment (extreme cold or heat for example).

So between a wide range of these sensitive points such as the head, the eyes or the rib cage, I opted for the carotid.

The internal carotid irrigates the brain, while the external carotid irrigates the neck and the face. They are therefore very important arteries. In the event of compression, this can cause a momentary stoppage of blood flow to the brain and then lead to loss of consciousness and fainting. Of course I should go much further. So let's summarize, either I compress this point to achieve a choke, in lack of air it will probably die between 2 to 3 minutes which is extremely long. Or else I cause a rupture of the carotid which will lead to a hemorrhage. By cutting a carotid artery containing an average of 100 ml of blood in the heart at each beat, which is 65 beats per minute, a completely ruptured artery will spurt blood for about 30 seconds. If with the carotid artery I slice the jugular, then in less than 1 minute he is dead before even a possible intervention of the emergency services.

After having everything in place, I have to go to Saint-Paul Hospital, about 30 minutes from my home, to monitor the comings and goings of the family and health services so as not to be surprised. With too many thoughts in my head to count, I gradually fall asleep.

Tomorrow will be a different day.