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A/N: Strong language and content in this story.
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That is what most people seem to answer these days when asked: Are you capable of murder?
Sure, the situation in which they answer 'yes' varies. Most people say that they would take the life of someone who had murdered a close relative of theirs, for example, a spouse or a child. An eye for an eye. A life for a life. Others say that they would kill for their country. That way it wouldn't really be murder, it would be war. These people all have one thing in common.
They're all wrong.
When it comes down to it, face to face, life to life, most people are not capable of murder. It's not like you see on the television. It's nothing like you read about in a book. When the only thing between you and someone's death is the shiny, sharp edge of a knife, or the cold, unforgiving barrel of a gun, it's completely different to anything you could ever imagine. When you watch all signs of life vanish from a person, and you know that you were the cause of that happening, nothing can prepare you for it.
There is literally fuck all like it.
However, for every Yin there is a Yang. It is a fact that there are people who are willing to commit murder. There are people who kill for fun, who can take another person's life, sometimes more than one life, just because. If you were to watch the news, or read the papers, you would think it was just an everyday occurrence these days. Murder has almost been glamorized. It's tragic really, yet it's true.
As for me, I fall under the Yang category.
My name is Bella Swan, I'm 24 years old, and I'm on my way to prison for murder.