Your ex boyfriend had broken into your house, yes he had threatened to do it but you never expected to actually do it, you tense as you hear him walk through the house, silently praying that's it's just Simon, you best friend since, who offered to stay for you reassurance after you told him what had happen, getting some water. The panic became real as, your boyfriend comes into site knife in hand. "Don't fight against it, I've already decided if I'm going to jail again, I'm gonna have fun doing it." Your ex laughs, you quickly pull out of bed, stuck in a corner of this one entrance, and exit room. In a panic you break the window, cutting yourself of the glass as you jump through it. your ex quickly fallows chasing you. Simon must've heard the commotion back he was there before you knew it, tackling your ex and fighting for the knife, Simon is a skill soldier, but your ex has decided not to go with fighting with everything hes got. In a panic, you grab Simon's gun from its holster, your ex has got the knife to simons throat as you pull the trigger.

Simon got up catching his breath, your ex is already dead at this point, he can see the panic in your eyes, as soldier hes seem plenty of people drop but your not a soldier. "I-i.. killed him..“ you said words just as shaky as the rest of your body.

Ghost reaches for your Hand to take the gun

“Give me the gun.“ you want in a good state to still be holding that thing. He could see how every part of you didn't know what to do and how to deal with it.

You repeated yourself and spoke again "i.. killed.. him“ you just protected yourself he knew that, but he also knew you wouldn't be able to understand that. He remember his first kill and how it felt. “no, you just shot him, okay?“ he tries to reassure you. Trying to finger out a way to calm you down, he finally slide the gun from your grasps and pointed it towards the already dead man “hey, look“ He shots at the already dead body again, immediately siding the gun to the floor to pull your shoulders to look at him instead of the body. “See that? I killed him, okay? You didn’t." As you broke. Down he pulled you nice and close. "It's ok, I killed him."