Double Negative

Red

Red stained my bomber jacket, tinting the roses sewn on the back with a handprint.

"That was my favorite jacket," I sighed in exasperation, dropping my bloodied knife.

Climbing into my car, I could vaguely remember what just happened.

Animals, we are all animals.

Predator hunts prey, prey dies.

That's how the world works, we are all prey to someone.

But I am at the top of the food chain, I have to protect what's mine.

It's as simple as that, I had to protect what's mine.

It's not my fault he got in the way of my rein.

I drove calm, carefree as my problem was now taken care of.

The next morning, I could still hear his screams and pleads for mercy. I chuckled at the thought and got dressed counting down the days to prom.

One day, one problem solved.

Only a couple more days until I'm king.

A couple more days until my red, velvet suit.