Drip, drip, drip. The rain pattered against the windowsill. Drip, drip, drip. It was turning into an onslaught. Pellets of rain clashed against the glass, the sound echoing throughout the apartment room. Drip, drip, drip. Tears streamed down her chin, colliding with the sweat which was scattered throughout. Drip, drip, drip. Crimson rolled off of the sharp blade, staining the white carpet red.
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It was supposed to be perfect. Who would expect such a heinous crime to take place on a dainty evening? The sun, nearly visible behind the thick puffs of clouds, rose steadily above the bitter-sweet sky. Flowers puffed out their chest, the warmth blanketing over them as the rays lifted them up higher and higher. Birds chirped and chattered, squawking at every opportunity bestowed upon them. And Reneé, on this fine spring afternoon, squirmed. Her lips creased into a grimace at the honing, the noises sending involuntarily shivers racking through her scraggly spine. It was supposed to be perfect. Perhaps the calculations were mistaken. Or, maybe it was the bizarre, abrupt call for rain right as she headed out, her head lowered while the hood of her rain jacket hid her features. Then again, Reneé claimed her work as faulty. Her hands shook, her thighs tight as she settled into the driver's side of the car. The smooth leather only sent numbness throughout her body, the rain itself throwing a cold front towards the small town. It was supposed to be perfect, but it wasn't anything near perfection.
Strands of damp, dirty-blonde hair rested messily upon her shoulders. Her hands were stuffed into the pocket of her bright and rather obnoxious yellow jacket, the velvety crispness of the metal embracing her fingers. The electric blue orbs contained a feral manner in them. She wasn't caged, no. Reneé was a panther. An awful one, at that. Rapping gently at the door, which produced a light frown due to the contact her cracked knuckles against the hard wood, her thoughts began spiraling downwards. The door slowly opened, her knees shaking. Whether it was from anxiety or the weather, Reneé couldn't tell anymore. Though, the shaking of her body only increased. "Mom?" She whispered out, her voice cracking lightly as her fingers clenched against the blade.
