It's been 4 years, still can't forget it. I once killed a man, but I did it because he was raping a woman, I just saw them in an alley way, I didn't mean to kill him, I just hit him in the head trying to make him stop, I would've never thought he would die... I hate myself, every. Single. Day. I tell myself that he deserved it and the woman I saved from the rape was thankful, but I can't cope with the fact that I killed someone. The girl confessed some days after that she killed the man in self-defense and I got away with it.