Icarus Miller

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15/September/2020 Saturday 

 That day, the chirping birds, annoyed me. it was irritating, they were taunting me, laughing over me, they were happier than me. Mindlessness took over me, I equipped the bat lying in the corner of the room and did it. The birdhouse was wrecked, two eggs lying open over the floor and, one chick covered in blood, with a still innocent face.
    A second later I realized what I had done, in regret I sat on the floor, silent, looking downwards, surprising the urge to punish. Soon the mother bird came with insects between her beak. She stood over the bench, silent, looking around. Their cries began, they pierced through the ears. I covered my ears and preased as hard as I could to stop the perforating cries. The cries were getting louder.
    I ran towards the kitchen took a knife and made 2 long cuts over both of my pams, my vision went blurry, I could only see small patches of red getting bigger, but I noticed that the shrieks of sorrow had stopped reaching me.

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