She Was Everything -Part 3-
I grind my teeth at the thought of her torn flesh
The blood . . . the blood
The life leaving her eyes
And that look of pity on her face
Erased from the world forever
Stuck in my head I wait in the bushes
Until the people finally leave
Now my chance has come
And I must take it while I can
I pick the door lock and go into the house
There she is sitting quietly on the chair
I let the mood sink in
Leaning against the wall
I am satisfied with the fact that she is so content
In a moment, I will be too
Adrenaline rushing through my every being
I lift the knife and walk forward from behind
Never have I been so shaky
With excitement—and power!
When I am within two feet of her
I lift the knife even higher
And bring it down on her with much force
With much force I feel the knife go through
Stopping between collar bone
She gasps and screams
But I clamp my bloodied hand over her mouth
I move in front of her and pull out the knife
Blood gushing everywhere
I stab her again
Staring into her green eyes
Wondering what she is thinking right then
I stab again, this time deeper
All the wrong lost in that stab
I twist the blade inside
Remembering the abandonment
She struggles, screaming her muffled scream
Kicking and flinging her arms helplessly
By the fourth stab she is gasping on the floor
Dragging her way to the door
I let her crawl
To hope . . . groaning desperately for relief
Only to stop her
To SHATTER her
Dragging her back by her feet
Blood and tears streak her eyes
I lift the knife one last time
Listen to her last raspy cry
And drive it downwards
As bliss and power smother me
But then suddenly
Everything goes black
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2012
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