Dave

I opened the door to a strong, putrid odor of digested food.

Dave was leaned over puking with his arms at his sides.

He started speaking but no words registered.

I was unemotional, as I stared into Dave's eyes.

 I wanted him to give me a reason, any reason to forgive his actions.

Dave however, was a sick kid. 

A sick kid, who turned into a sick adult.

I couldn't feel for him though, not after what he'd done.

He kept saying he was innocent. 

He was like a bird trapped in a cage.

It's useless Dave, no matter what you say I will kill you.

I couldn't live with myself if I didn't kill you.

Don't you understand that?

He begged and pleaded but my mind was set.

His body soon fell the the ground with his head only dipping in the river's water. 

We pushed his body further leaving no traces of us behind.

I'm sorry Dave, you were sick.

This was better for you, for your wife and for your son.

You should appreciate what we did for you.

We took you out of your misery.