The last of my "enemies"

As I slay that last enemy, I cheer for joy. The sword goes in and out, and I sit on the floor relieved. I get a closer look at my enemies face to realize, it was me. Younger me. I tried to resuscitate her, but to no avail. I went one by one to all my enemies, all pulsless. They were all younger versions of me. I looked down at my sword and the blood that covered it and began to feel naseous as I realized, I never got rid of the people who hurt me, I got rid of the sweet girl I once was