The day seemed to go about in a daze.
I crept into the house and locked the door. I ran to my closet and pulled it out. I stared for a while, and waited for words.
I looked in the box, I pulled the keys out and proceeded to the sink. I took some soap, and started to wash it out when I heard the sound.
He was here.
I grabbed my purse and flew down the stairs, listening, seeing if he would dare enter. I opened a small door only I knew about and pushed away the bag. I made a small mental note to rid of the bag, as the smell was growing. Although that was to be expected. I grabbed the gun, tucked it away as not to be seen. I heard the door go crashing - he was inside the house.
I crawled out of the window, and saw his car. A mad dash followed. I could almost taste it - so pure.
In the ashtray the car keys lay. I saw him exit the house, I kept my head down. I started the car and began to back away when he finally saw me. I reached for the gun, but he was growing closer. I heard the gunshot and saw the scarlet dripping. Yet another gone.
For good measure I fired a few more.
They would find him soon enough. They would find them all now. I looked under the seat and found a needle, then slammed my foot on the gas.
