Dirty little secret ''We all have secets, some are nice, some are silly, and some are dirty''

It's always dark when I come from a mission. People are always sleeping. I open the door carefully so I don't make a noise. I go straight to the bathroom, and I throw up. Not every time. Only sometimes, when the victim struggle and beg. I wash the blood off my bare hands. Then I find out that I haven't taken off my mask yet. I take it off then my clothes and I take a shower then, another one then, another one. I try to wash the dirt, then I realize it's inside. A dog barking draws my attention back to the running water. Then I finish. I wear my stripped pajamas which my wife bought me. I put my black clothes in my hand bag on the knives then I bury them in the garden. I open my son's bedroom's door silently. I kiss him then pull the comforter to his chin and go to my bedroom I lay on my back beside my *sleeping* wife. When her hands touch mine a chill comes over me. And I remember faces of those whom I had to kill for money. I close my eyes then I open them quickly so that I don't fall asleep because I know they'll haunt me. My wife doesn't know that one of my victims was her father, and the money we bought the house with was the price. Now I see the look of her father's frightened face every time I look at her, at my son. I work as a back clerk in the morning you know. Sometimes I look at her and the words of who I am are on the tip of the tongue. I heal people in the morning and I kill them at night. I wish I could know a reason that justifies my killings, but the only thing I know about them is where they live and that they pissed off my bosses. Well I guess everyone has a secret. It's just mine is a dirty little one. I am a replacement killer!!
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The vision girl