[ WP ] A murderer is about to commit suicide , he is stoped by the ghost of his victim .

I prepared to take my last life. My own life. I've been taking lives purely for pleasure since I reached adulthood, until today when it all finally hit me: I'm a murderer. These people did n't deserve to die; how I can possibly deserve to live? 
 
 But as I put the barrel in my mouth, a woman stood beside my reflection in the mirror. It was my mother, whom I killed when I was only 19. 
 
 `` I forgive you,'' she whispered. 
 
 Then darkness. I closed my eyes. Silence. A single tear rolled down my cheek. I pulled the trigger. 
 
 Now I sit here day after day, lost in thought, imprisoned in this wheelchair, unable to move, unable to speak. I wish I could kill her again.
