The Hardest Thing I've Ever Done mind_the_muse
My first response to the question ‘the hardest thing I’ve ever done’ loving Jack, loving him with everything I have. But then that’s typical Kate fashion, running. I run, it’s what I do best, even if it’s running from difficult questions.
Choices create consequences; everyone knows that much. What we do know is the severity of the consequences, and as ridiculous as that might sound, each consequence has a ripple effect causing things to happen you could never imagine.
Again, here I am running, not answering the question. The hardest thing I’ve ever done is kill my father. I hated, no I hated him; hated my mother for not leaving him, for not standing up to him when I needed her. Still that was her choice, right? The consequences she created affected me. We never think about that do we, the way our choices affect the people around us? There’s something in the bible about the sins of the father …
Hate blinded me; all I wanted was to save her. Killing someone, even if the reason seems right, or he deserves it doesn’t make it right or keep the change inside from eating away at you day by day by day.
I saw it play out differently. My mother would be happy, she wouldn’t have any worries, but no, it wasn’t like that.
The act was easy, at least in the moment. It was afterwards that the realization of my actions hit me. It wasn’t that suddenly I was a criminal. It was more.
The hardest thing I’ve ever done? Living with that one action, knowing that someday I’d have to tell the person I loved. I am a cold-blooded killer.
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Kate Austen
288 Words
Choices create consequences; everyone knows that much. What we do know is the severity of the consequences, and as ridiculous as that might sound, each consequence has a ripple effect causing things to happen you could never imagine.
Again, here I am running, not answering the question. The hardest thing I’ve ever done is kill my father. I hated, no I hated him; hated my mother for not leaving him, for not standing up to him when I needed her. Still that was her choice, right? The consequences she created affected me. We never think about that do we, the way our choices affect the people around us? There’s something in the bible about the sins of the father …
Hate blinded me; all I wanted was to save her. Killing someone, even if the reason seems right, or he deserves it doesn’t make it right or keep the change inside from eating away at you day by day by day.
I saw it play out differently. My mother would be happy, she wouldn’t have any worries, but no, it wasn’t like that.
The act was easy, at least in the moment. It was afterwards that the realization of my actions hit me. It wasn’t that suddenly I was a criminal. It was more.
The hardest thing I’ve ever done? Living with that one action, knowing that someday I’d have to tell the person I loved. I am a cold-blooded killer.
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Kate Austen
288 Words