Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, I stared into the mirror.
Who am I, truly?
With jet black hair paired with eyes of the same shade, One would suppose I stayed holed up at a corner always.Which wasn't the least bit wrong.
My fringe was cleanly separated into exactly two halves.Perfect.Just like always.
Why
I gripped the bathroom sink tightly as I my shoulders shook in absolute fury and denial.
I hate her.
I hate this.
I hate you.
Those silent, empty gaping holes of eyes filled up instantly with rage.
I can't bear this burden any longer.
Today. As of this moment.
Everything would change.
"Click"
I spun on my heels to face her, clenching the sharp tine of the knife I held in my other hand.Crimson blood ran smoothly from a fresh line along my palm and dripped slowly down my fingertips, dyeing my hand vermilion.
I lunged forward and pinned her onto the ground. With my free hand, I dug my thumb into the side of her neck while still clutching her shoulder.
Caught by surprise, she lay paralysed.I climbed atop her and used my heels to restrain her legs.I began stabbing her repeatedly, allowing relief to flood through me, shaking my entire frame.
I shook in delight and pleasure as I observed the edge of my knife penetrate her face, digging into her.
All that was pent up from before was released.I grinned maniacally, taking care to not erupt in bouts of laughter so as to not alarm anyone.
I must look extremely disheveled now.
The feeling of ecstasy died down and my mind numbed once again.
I coldly stared at her lifeless body, admiring my work.Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something glistening on the ceramic tiles of the bathroom floor.
Picking it up, I realised it was a name tag. It must've fallen from the impact of my ambush just now.A smile spread across my countenance as I happily pinned it on my uniform.
