I stared at the photograph in my hands, my face plastered in shock as the memories came flooding back at full force.
The cold breeze flowed across my face making my red hair dance, as I remembered that night. That night was the night all hell was let loose, the night I got my revenge on the one person who destroyed my being.
That day I warned him that he would die from my hands for all that he had put me through. I screamed bloody murder at him as I was held back, struggling to be released. The class was watching the scene, hoping for a fight. As I turned my back I let loose a final threat. "This will be the end of you and I will make sure it will be."
My friends shouted that he won't be worth the time, but they don't know what it was like for three years of torture and torment. I lost my family because of him, as I turned away I promised myself he will feel the pain that he has given me.
That night with a knife in my boot the coldness of it reminding me of its presence, I crouched in waiting as rage and adrenaline corsed through my body, the darkness hid me from sight, his footsteps crunched the undergrowth, standing up I was still hidden, I spoke: "Hello old friend" I saw him freeze and look in my direction. The street light reflected the fear gleaming in his eyes. One of the few things I didn't forget that night. I stepped out of the shadows "I warned you and look where it's got you now." I spat out as I got out the knife, as I did this I never broke eye contact. He started to panic, trying to speak but I heard nothing
"I've put up with you for three years, three fucking years of hell, I've lost friends, I've lost family and so will you, you will feel the pain that you've put me through tonight" the rest is a blur. I remember the silver glint of the knife between us, the smell of blood, his screams, he didn't fight back; that still shocks me. I remember when the rage ended I saw his lifeless body surrounded by blood. I freaked. I ran. I didn't know what to do.
I stared at the photograph in my hands, my face plastered in shock, my breathing was uneven, my chest heaving up and down rapidly. My voice now unrecognisable through the sobs that I was letting out as I finished telling them, a few tears slid down my face as I handed the photo of the corps that was surrounded by blood back. ¨I just wanted him to know what it was like, to see what it was like in my shoes. I should have done it differently, I am sorry for the pain I have caused everyone¨ "You are under arrest for murder" I nodded my head. More tears flowed. My friends shouts echo in my head. I now know they were right, he won't be worth the time.
