1st Person - Mystery / Suspense - Female - English - American General
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EnglishVoice Age
Teen (13-17)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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There's blood on my hands. Blood between my toes, blood speckled in my hair. It splashed across my chest and to my horror, I can taste a few droplets on my lips. There's far too much of it staining the kitchen's polished floors. No one can survive that much blood loss. Not even the monster at my feet. My entire body shakes. Adrenaline still pumping through my veins. I drop the broken bottle, the glass shattering as it hits the ground and fall to my knees. Blood soaking into my jeans. I stare at my tormentor. His glassy eyes have lost their focus and his skin its color. If I were a braver person, I would have placed my ear to his chest just to make sure that his cold blackened heart had stilled. I can't bear to touch him even now. Even if he can no longer hurt me, he's gone. He's finally gone. A shuddering sob pushes its way out of me for the first time in what feels like an eternity. I can breathe. I sob again. This time, tears follow. I'm not supposed to feel relief. I know that I know that people are supposed to mourn the loss of life. But I can't. Not him anyway. Maybe that makes me evil. All I know is that tonight I actually faced my fear and I survived it. He's dead. He can't hurt me anymore. He's dead. It takes only a few more seconds for that realization to hit me. Oh, God, he's dead.