I Have A Purple Heart

Becoming Free

I don't know what made me do it, if anything did make me do it. Perhaps it was the pressure my father put on me to be his perfect daughter. Maybe that was what caused me to finally snap. Peer pressure could have been the reason behind my inspiration to commit such a horrible crime, the way I could never be enough for others. Neither might be it, maybe I wanted to perform such a despicable deed just for the pleasure it provided. It could be as simple as the feeling I have in my core. The rush it gave me. I know it is wrong, but the desire I felt greatly outweighed the consequences that may face me in the aftermath, if there are consequences. I felt something burst from inside of me as I made that connecting blow. The first hit that gave me a taste of my newest addiction. My heart soared as a weight was lifted from my very soul. My legs turned to jelly as I continued with my horrendous task. Blow after blow, I felt my body vibrate with excitement. His body however, was not in nearly as great shape. Blood coated the front of his shirt, and tears streamed down his face. His face however was what made this experience better than anything I could have imagined. His beautiful face was painted with agony. His cries were music to my ears, his begging only made my movements more passionate. Finally I decided to take that final step. The one that separated the old me, from the new me. I pulled the knife from my waist and ran it down his jaw. This moment was so pure, almost a holy act. Serenity washed over as I pushed the blade through his chest slowly. I was selfish, i wanted to hear him scream one more time before this experience was over. I twisted my blade as I went all the way through, my knuckles brushing against his chest. His scream came out in a passionate final act, before the light was extinguished from behind his eyes. He was no longer here, only his shell. I sighed, pure contentment reached every corner of my mind. I pulled my hand away, and licked the blood that covered my fingers. The rich flavor coated the inside of my mouth. I rolled my tongue around to savor its sweet taste. With that I felt it. It was a religious experience. I was reborn. I became infinately powerful.