I took a life. I ended someone's life. I watched as the blood poured out. I could have healed him, changed his memories as if nothing happened, but I didn’t. I watched as his eyes stared at me, slowly getting more dull, until he didn’t see anything anymore. The last thing he saw was my face and I did nothing. I just stood there, watching. I killed him and I don’t even feel the pain, anger, shame or heartache. Nothing, I am numb. I am a killer. I am a murder.