The last ARMY

Intro

I should have released this first...but I wasn't sure if I should or not...

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I always saw myself as a good person.

I always thought I was a good person, maybe not the nicest out there, but not bad one either. I certainly never imagined the day where I would take somebody else's life. Until I had blood dripping from my hands, a mahogany pool forming at my feet. I rushed as fast and far away as I could, trying to shield myself from the ugly truth, I found myself concealed in a washroom. I looked up but didn't recognize this person in front of me. I panicked as I watched myself in the mirror, this monster looking back at me, that couldn't be me. But the blood in its trembling hands mirrored mine. I turned on the faucet, washing my hands frantically, trying to get rid of the evidence, but it wouldn't stop flowing. The previously white washbasin was crimson. I scratched my hands clean with such intensity and force that my skin had been ripped on the process. I was bleeding, but such a small thing didn't stop me. I continued to wash the blood as if it were going to wash away my sin. I only stopped when calming hands hold mine steadily. My vision got blurred from crying, I couldn't see anything in front of me anymore, my body shook violently whenever I tried to breathe.

A slap across my face woke me up from my hysteria.