The Repentance: Chapter 3

The door slammed behind us. He pressed me against the wall and began to kiss me. I can’t do this. This is wrong. I’d to get out of there. I’d a knife in my pocket and slowly took it out. I promised I’d never do anything like that again. What if I run? I can turn him in. No. He’ll try again. I can do it. One last time. One last time. “WHAT’RE YOU DOING?” The blood was pouring out of his mouth. I should feel remorse, right? Why am I happy? I just stared at him, shaking, trying to crawl to the door. I was happy. Finally, after five years, I felt happy. That’s wrong, but somehow I was relieved. I grabbed him by the hair and dragged him into the living room. He held on to my legs and started begging for his pathetic life: “P-please save m-m-m-me. I-I promise I won’t do it again…” Hearing him beg, I jumped for joy “Do you know how much I’ve suffered because of you? Every day. And you want me to save you? Hahaha . Don’t you think that would be unfair? The way I see it, you’ve two choices: Either you kill yourself or I kill you. And I’m not going to let you get away that easily.” 

“Please, I’ll move out of this town.” “Ding, ding, ding. Time’s up. I guess you wanted to know how it felt to be killed by me.” I was enjoying this. Watching him tremble and his eyes fill with fear made me feel alive again. Why did I stop doing that? How am I going to kill him now? Ahh, there’s a knife. I went into the kitchen, got the biggest knife I saw and walked towards him. Imagining his blood spurting out of him, slowly suffering because I knew there would be no way out, I wanted to live again for the first time in 5 years. I stood over him and stabbed him in the stomach. He tried to crawl away but couldn’t. I turned the knife and his screams filled the room. It was like music to my ears. Suddenly he stopped moving