as i stare at myself in the gas station bathroom mirror, i see clumps of bright red blood in my hair. my gloved hands bright red and my top stained.

the adrenaline pumping through my body causes me to vibrate as i hyperventilate.

“he had it coming.” i muttered.

his lifeless body lay on the tiled floor, a hole in his chest where the knife pierced into him.

“it’s what he gets for hurting my sister. for breaking her heart. the perfect revenge.” i repeat, mentally psyching myself up.

the blood covered knife lay in his hands to make it look self inflicted.

they could never catch me. the perfect plan.