Day Seven - I've Killed the Kids

It took exactly 898 words to kill 60 kids and three adults. It took two hours, an Italian meat panini, a cup of mango tea and a whole lot of rubbing my forehead. I hope I wiped my fingers off before I rubbed. There may be panini juice on my skin.

So, now that's done. And I feel weird. I wish I describe what I'm feeling right now. I'm honestly not sure. These are the things I know:

• My characters are not real, they exist only in my head. But I still feel like a creep for killing them. I made them up and it was my idea.
• I've been in a pretty serious car crash, I do know what it feels like. This is a bus crash and mimics one of my personal fears - sailing off a high bridge. Did I do it justice?
• I killed my kids. At this very moment, they are all dead. I feel stalled. I have plenty more to say, but I feel like I need to not say anything else tonight. Is that out of respect? I have no idea, but it feels that way.

This is weird. I'm not trying to be dramatic, I'm not trying to make more of it than it is, I honestly just don't know what to do about this or the weird feeling that I have about it. 898 words to kill 63 people. Somehow, that bothers me. It shouldn't, but it does. 

I'm going to sleep on it. Hopefully, I will find the way to roll the story into the next phase. 

Todays Word Count: 898

Total Nov Word Count: 12,200

Words to hit 50,000: 37,800