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You Killed Me
You Killed Me
Crying for whatever reason, my strength seemed to vanish as that person eyed me directly onto my
eyes. I couldn’t seem to think of what was happening. I was so surprised of what was happening. But
what was surprized me even more was when that person smiled dangerously at me. I felt afraid at the
view of her.
“You’re late” she said, and I cried harder. It feared me because I knew it, I remembered it.
Misery filled me. I couldn’t think right. I screamed. I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to rip my chest and get
away from the flashing memories of the past, from the pain. Everything was spinning around… I felt my
sanity already left me….All I knew was I wanted to end this but I didn’t know how.
That girl…...
I put my right hand to get the knife out of my chest… I screamed painfully at my forceful desire to get it
out…. Panting so hard, I eyed that girl as I finally threw it away… She’s smiling while tears were flowing
from her eyes. I couldn’t see the misery in her eyes anymore. What I saw was a girl who finally got her
freedom.
But instead of being angry with that girl with the same face as mine, I let a satisfied smile on my face
and whispered unclearly the words ‘thank you’.