someone

I killed someone, accidentally. That is how I say it. . . how it comes out.  I killed someone! I can't believe those three little words sit together in a cozy little sentence about my life!  I'd like to squeeze "accidentally" somewhere in the middle there. Though it's true, it doesn't fit.  There it is: subject/verb/object. . . and I add the qualifier.  With or without it, how can this be? I can barely believe it. And after all these years, why does it hurt so badly?
You know what is really hard? No one is only someone.  Everyone is John . . . is Nicole . . . is Leah.
I killed Nicoletta . . . strong, beautifully blossoming Nicoletta, and I did it accidentally.