I ran to a near by squirrel and ripped it apart. This was soothing and relaxing somehow. I don’t know why, that blurry thing was gone now and I looked at the squirrel. “What have I done?!?!” I cried. “No no no no! What’s wrong with me?” Tears leaked out of my eyes. I really didn’t wanna harm anything! Grandpa was coming and he saw me holding the squirrel. It’s Blood leaked on my arms and my light blue fashion scarf. “What has happened here?” Grandpa layed a hand on me. “G-grandpa! It’s just one of uh uh those boys! They threw stones at it! Then uh um it died!” I quickly said. “Oh that’s very sad! It was a squirrel from the ancient temple!” Grandpa said.