I listened in the blackness of room, listened to the footsteps downstairs, just outside the apartment. It's owner has just gotten home, and I was eager to meet them. I held the grip of the knife in my hand, rubbing it with my bottom palm subconsciously, to control my seemingly undying excitement.
The orange rectangular ray illuminated a path for me, but the path climbed up the bed. The bed I hid beside, I was deep in thought. This was the bed she slept in with the other man... The man I didn't know.
The man she didn't know.
I divorced her, she and the court worked together to drive me into poverty. Beside the bed I bought was the bedside table I bought, on it was a lamp I bought and beside the lamp was a picture frame... That I brought. The photo of our smiling faces but discontent eyes had seemingly long been removed.
In its place sat her picture with a new man, her blue eyes gleaming with newfound joy, her brown hair shining like a pool in the sun. The man beside her had his arm wrapped around her, his short black hair looked like a blob, and his black eyes made me recoil in disgust. I'd understand if she left me for a better looking man. But she left me for a dry-skinned beast. All the more reason to hate that bitch with all I had left in me.
The door slammed, dragging me out of my thought like a criminal being dragged out of the house by their county police. I heard a purse drop on the floor, and soft footsteps walking towards the door. It opened, my excitement turned into surprise as another figure leaped out of the closet with a hammer, I watched as he beat her skull senselessly with a malice I'd never felt even at the peek of my hatred.
Dumbfounded I listened like a rabbit in its hole as the body hit the ground and the hammer shattered its bones. The sickening mush of her brains and bones mixing around each other, I listened to the small little taps made by the sprinkles of blood which were thrown on the walls like paint from a toddler.
I peaked over the bed, a taller man stood over her body, the light coming from the hall hid his futures, he, like his hammer, was one big black creature. I shook. Terror struck my heart, he had run out the door before I could even begin to comprehend what had just happened.
I had witnessed a murder. A murder I was supposed to commit. The police must never know when I tell them.
