Sinead: the Unforgivable

Although distant, I still hear her insane screams. The condemned. The downcast in anguish. They still haunt my dreams. A philosopher once wrote, "Every man is guilty of the good he has not done." I really believe in that. My guilt defies any punishment. My urge to fix what's wrong consumes my core. Simply put, I need to completely erase the slate. Names are unimportant, but for the record, I was born Sinéad Harkin, in Dublin, Ireland. That was quite a while ago. Gone was the strange face that looked back at me in the mirror. Innocence replaced by death. [OneShot]