23 murders, 25 days

25 murders in 23 days. It has to mean something about what the world is coming to. We kill people out of hate, selfishness, and retaliation. Has society really dropped so low to where it seems murder is the only way out? The death of someone may not affect the murderer, but there are friends and family who have to face the consequences of the other’s egotistical action. Murder may not even mean the death of someone, entirely. It could be the murder of everything someone once stood for, their reputation or their standards.

Someone comes into your house with a gun. They drag each of your family members out of each room and sit them on a sofa. Everything is blurred and you can’t make out the person’s face. You hear screaming come from your mouth and your mother’s. You hear the man say he is going to kill each person, one by one, and everyone else has to watch another suffer until there is no one left. You hear a gunshot and then your mother scream. You realize your father has been shot. As each second passes, your surroundings become more blurred. You’re so terrified it feels as if you’re going to fall and never be able to recover.

Then with one pull back of air, you jump back into reality. It was nothing but a dream.
For some people, it’s reality. Some people have to face the fact that someone important to them I gone forever from someone else’s mistake. And the fact is the murder most likely won’t even be phased by what they’ve done.

Look around; murders are lurking and hiding behind fake smiles and excuses. They say they’re sorry for gossiping, betraying, everything else that may come up. But they aren’t. They take pride in what they’ve done and believe they’ve earned respect for exposing you to something you have always hoped to keep hidden.

25 murders in 23 days? When the world ends let’s hope it’s not because of murder.