Suddenly, my consciousness returned to my body in a world filled with endless darkness and void. The only source of light was my faintly glowing blue veins. At that moment, my heart felt tight.
My sense of identity blurred once again. There was no "I" as my ego dissolved, but not in a tranquil sense, rather a collective "we." The sins he committed, the thrill of killing—I felt the satisfaction of cutting a person to pieces. In fact, I wanted to do it again.
I punched myself repeatedly trying to ease the conflicted feeling of guilt and the thrill of taking someone else life until I had a nosebleed.
"I am not a cold blood killer!" I said as I threw my first at my face.
