A Killer's Last Regret

A Story by Violinheart721

Her screams still echoed through these dark and lonely halls. She had died so many years ago I couldn't remember her name. In all honest, I couldn't remember a single thing about her. All I knew was that she was dead, and I was the one who killed her. She hadn't known who I was, but even as the life left her eyes she shoed no sign of fear or even pain. She had screamed only when the door had slammed behind her, but when she saw me with a knife she didn't even flinch. When I stabbed her, she fell to the ground with such graced it was as fi she had more of a say in her death than I did. When I rolled her to her back she looked so calm I had to ask," Why are you not afraid?"

She managed a smile and with her final few breaths she said," I'm not afraid because, and this I know; whether love, heaven, or hell consumes me, I will not die in this room alone. Years from now people will not remember my name. I am nothing special and neither are you. I will die knowing that no matter what my happen, I will be a forgotten memory, lost in a sea of names that no one knows, but unlike you I will die knowing that I lived a life worth living while you'll die knowing that you took the life of someone else, instead of living your own."

When she could no longer take another breath she closed her eyes and let Death take her. All I could do was stare. It felt as if she chosen exactly when she was going to die. She wouldn't let herself be afraid as her body gave in. She had looked me directly in the eyes as if she knew something about me that I didn't. Looking back at that moment I don't regret killing her, I regret not understanding what she had said until I was lying on my own deathbed.