I will seek my revenge
The blank space that captures a sea of nothing. A long, dark tunnel that leads to nowhere. He was too far gone and there was nothing I could do. The glazed over stare on his pale face turned into fear as he held on to the last few moments he had left. Sitting at the kitchen table he knew the police would arrive at any moment. Someone had to of heard the shear screams that echoed throughout the neighborhood. Someone would have heard her pleas for help. Someone could have came to her rescue, but no one did. No one came and I sat there helpless. A single droplet of hatred and aggression feel on the innocence of her. He continued to sit at the kitchen table, vacant from the world. I started to feel just as lost as he did standing over her motionless frame. Feeling compelled to side with him, I knew it was wrong. He didn’t have to do what he did. He could have put the knife down. He could have just hugged her like she asked. I could have just hugged her. I could have put down the knife. What was this wrongdoing that has unfolded? What have I done? What possesed me to take the knife that was used to cut her birthday cake and drill it into the flesh, scratching her bones? This was not me, this was him.
I sit here now in a white room with a single desk and a bed with one pillow. The nagging reminder of him killing her sits in the darkest corners of my mind. I will seek revenge on him. As the blood drains from my wrists, I will seek my revenge….
