Justin’s P.O.V “And what did u do?” Darren’s words echo through my head. What did I do? Nothing. I did nothing. Except run every time I saw him, like some scared little faggot. Now here I am four years later, standing in Chris Hobbs’ backyard, with the barrel of a loaded gun in his mouth. And I’m angry. I want revenge. I want nothing more than to pull the trigger and blow the motherfucker’s brains out. I think of the past four years. The PTSD, the hand tremors, the nightmares. And I didn’t do a damn thing about it. The look on his face is all too familiar. Fear. Helplessness. Emotions I’ve felt for too long. But not anymore. Now it is his turn to feel that fear and helplessness. I feel a slight twinge of satisfaction. I can hear Cody, egging me on, encouraging me. And yet as I stand here, my finger ready to pull the trigger, I freeze. What the fuck am I doing? Can I really do it? Can I be responsible for taking a human life? If I kill him, he won’t haunt me anymore. I’ll be free. But if I kill him, I’ll be just like him. Taking the life of someone I deemed unworthy of living. And just like that, I pull the gun out of his mouth. I tell him to get up and go inside, warning him not to call the cops. I can hear Cody yelling after me, calling me a scared little pussy. Telling me I should have killed him. But I don’t listen to him. I just walk away.