You stumbled out of the car, making your way towards Parker who was laid out on the floor, bleeding. Stumbling to him, you heard the hollers of your friends. Shoot him in the head! You only hesitated for a second before aiming your gun at Parker’s head, you shifted the barrel of the gun to be aimed next to his head, the bullet ricocheting against the black tar of the ground. You didn’t want to kill Parker, you actually liked him, and you knew it would haunt you for the rest of your life if you took his life. Hesitatingly, you shoved his body to tumble down the small, short hill and into the river. Just to make it a bit more believable.

Now, Parker was stood in front of you. Whilst you were kneeled down on the floor. You knew your actions would come back to bite you, of course it did. Parker stared down at you, gun trained on your forehead. He didn’t hate you, yes you had been an active participant of his close call with death. But you hadn’t actually ended his life whilst he lay close to motionless on the road. You didn’t, and that’s what confused him.