Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25947144-20150224192729

You walk to the stairs of the block. With every step you feel more scared. The conscience nearly takes over you. After all, this is a horrible thing- that man could have a heart attack before you finish your job. But no, you must overcome this and the fear of the results. You took your money and not any money- the money you had saved for black days. And when those black days came, but you didn't had them, so you where thrown out. Just because of him. Maybe he needed them more than you and maybe his life continued well because of them. But it didn't matter. He got only four months in a commode cell while you were struggling to survive on the streets in the middle of the winter. Those corrupted bastards didn't even returned the money. You are standing in front of his door, ready to start. The knob is cold- Damn, this door is not even locked. That fatass is sleeping in his bed, but not deep asleep. "Who's there?" "Who? Hah, I feel insulted. How can you be so ungrateful to the person that brought you here?" "Marcus? Please, I beg you! I can give you all the money back! I'm sorry!" "The time for apologizes was very long ago. I just want to find out why me?" "I... I-" "Stop it Nicholas. I'll make it easier for both." And you pulled the trigger. A nice, shiny bullet in his hurt. Just one little detail makes you stay in his bed and cry out of fear and shock. You were supposed to scare him- you never loaded the gun. 