Today was a long day filled with drama, sorrow, betrayal and violence. Now that it's finished I'm angry at one man. He did such horrific things. He struck her down like she wasn't even a person. He took away a life. Maybe not in a literal way, but still, what he did was even worse than murder. At least in death she would have had peace...
I tried to do something. I really did. But it was as if something had bolted me into the ground. I hate myself for freezing. I should have been stronger. I always thought that I was. Afterwards I was so angry with him, for doing what he did. The rage I felt, was unlike anything before. All I could think about was how much he ruined her life with that single blow...
I now realise that my reaction was simplistic. Because I am not angry, I am sad. I watched as he did all those things. I watched with countless others. I faded away in the crowd. Those of us who rewarded him, those of us who watched and did nothing. Are we the condemned?
