I looked at him and smiled he looked at me with anger. He rose the belt higher and brought it down harder shouting at me angry at me. This has been happening all through my life, my generations, from mum up towards grandmum and continuous.
The anger began from inside, slowly building up seeping through in little things I did. It came out now. I drew out the dagger and sunk it into him. STAB, STAB, STAB. I smiled again, I love the colour red. He died.
I called 911 'help' I said 'he's dead. icame in and saw him dead' I cleaned up the place, I had researched none of my prnts where on him, no one would get me.
I smiled again, am free, free as the air.
