Decent Into Darkness

A young man succumbs to his passions and accidentally kills another person.

I looked up at the night sky as I wiped the dirt off my hands. The stars no longer comforted me as they use to, but of course they weren't at fault. I didn't mean for this to happen, I swear, I didn't mean to do it. I don't even really remember what happened. I keep replaying it in my head, over and over just trying to figure it out. I began to pat the freshly dug dirt down with the bottom of my shovel, flattening out the freshly dug earth. The world grew very grim in a single night, especially because now I wasn't even sure who I was. I got on my knees and said a small prayer for the deceased, wiping tears away from my face. I started to replay the event in my head again.

It was dark and cold; the whole day was just gloomy. That didn't stop me of course; I was going about my daily routine. I felt off that day, my mind was just lost in itself, jumbled and confused. There was a knock at the door, I opened it and welcomed him in. It was a normal meeting, nothing different or out of the ordinary. My memory got foggy again; the preceding events became a blur. We walked into my office and began to talk, time skipped ahead, my mind went black. 

I stood over him, standing in a pool of his blood, and dripping my own as well. I had a long shard of glass in my hand, and he just laid there. The rest of the day got quite clear. I panicked, cleaning it up as quickly as I could. I just finished the last task of cleaning up my mess, the deed was done. I stumbled back to my car, trying to recover any lost memories of the day, why he was killed, why I killed him... Nothing came to me; I couldn't remember what had happened, why I killed him. It was ripping me apart from the inside, the guilt and regret. I sat there for hours slamming my head against the dashboard, running the day through my head again and again. I couldn't take it anymore, my sanity was being torn apart from my flesh, I had no control, I was spiraling downward. I reached for the glove box and pulled out my gun. I wiped the tears from my face, put the chamber to my head and pulled the trigger; the darkness surrounded me, I was at peace...

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[Shannon]

The title is rather apt. May I asked if you considered writing in this present tense?