The Taste of Blood

Chapter 4

Honey's knife pierced through the soft flesh of my arm. I screamed in pain and attempted to grab the knife, but Honey quickly pulled it out.

"You were a bitch! You called Parker a fucker! And you called him sick! He is the best man I've met!" She screamed.

I was terrified. Was I going to die? What would happen to my body?

"Now, you are going to pay!" Honey charged at me once again but I stepped to the side. I quickly grabbed a knife on the wall and hid it behind my back.

Honey turned to look at me, a crazed look in her eyes. She ran towards me. This time I put the knife out in front of me. I could feel the knife sliding into her skin like soft butter.

I was surprised at my own actions. Honey's chocolate eyes were staring at me. They looked so sad and scared. She dropped to the ground. I shuddered and sat beside her, watching as the blood gushed from her wound. Tears were falling from her eyes.

"I don't want to die," she repeated like a broken record.

"Shh, it'll be okay. You won't die."

"I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay. Save your breath."

"I should've been nicer."

Honey started to sob. I held onto her wound, attempting to stop the blood. The blood seeped through the tiny cracks of my fingers.

"I'm going to die now because I was a terrible person."

"Honey, shut up!"

"I just wanted to be free. I thought if I loved him, then he would let me go."

"We all want to be free."

Honey started to choke, blood trickling down the corners of her mouth.

"Honey, don't close your eyes!"

"I'm going to sleep now."

"Honey!"

"Goodbye."

Honey's dark skin became pale. Her eyes were open and the dark blood poured through her mouth and onto the ground. I held onto her head as I sobbed.

"Honey, wake up!" I screamed. My sobs and screamed were choked. I gasped for air in between my sobs. I felt so broken. I felt so dead.

"No! Honey, wake the fuck up! Please!" I let the blood pool around my legs. It started to soak into my pants.

A soft beep came from one of the weapons. My head snapped towards the sound as I got up. The sound was coming from a gun. I picked the gun up and looked at the hole. Covering the hole was a small camera.

I grabbed a hammer and threw the gun on the ground. I started to hit the gun. And I continued to hit it over and over again. I couldn't stop. Not even when pieces of the gun started to fly off and hit me. It was like a switch flipped inside of me. And I couldn't stop hitting the gun. It was almost fun.

I started to slow down on the hitting. I eventually stopped, looking at the scattered pieces of gun.

"Look for all the cameras! And when you find the last one, give it to me!" I barked. The girls quickly scattered and started to smash all the cameras they found. They searched for awhile.

Sam came up to me with a small camera. I took it and looked at it.

"Fuck you, Parker!" I shouted. I placed the camera on the floor and started smashing it. But this time, I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. And I kept hitting it, probably for five minutes. I didn't even stop when my arms started to ache so bad that they felt they were going to fall off.

I didn't even realize that there were tears falling down my face until Sam pulled me back. She shushed me and held me as I sank to the ground. She gently stroked my hair.

I looked at the ceiling, facing one of the speakers.

"I'll fucking kill you, Parker!" I screamed. "Even if it is the last thing I do."