No one knows why she did it. The sudden urge that controlled her mind and took over her body. She never intended for anything to happen. Just messing around having a laugh. Deep down there was still apart of her calling out for her to stop, but it wasn't enough. The creak of the back door, feet on the tiles and shuffling in the leaves. The knife glinting in the moonlight held tightly in her fist. The scream filled with terror and pain, finally silenced with the thump of a body falling to the ground. Nobody knows why, and nobody is left to tell them. Their words are just stories whispered at the back of a classroom, murmured in the halls.
No one knows why and no one ever will.
