There I sat, in the corner of the kitchen that was blackened by the storm outside and power outage that it had caused. The only light being the occasional lightning flash with the flicker of the fireplace in the other room. My sweater, stained red, was heaving with my chest while my lungs filled and emptied of it’s precious cargo. Weeping into my knees while clutching my knees, I had to attempt to recollect myself after what had just happened.

My gaze drifted down to the floor to the right of me. Lightning flashed and the gleam of the blood soaked blade caught his eye. The droplets of blood that had come from the knife’s origin had pooled neatly onto the hardwood floor. Letting the droplets lead my eyes I followed the trail as they went around the island at the center of the kitchen until they reached a pool of blood outstretching more and more at each second. I remembered, the woman lay on the other side of the island, with stab wounds on her neck, one on each hand while trying to defend herself, and three more in the chest. I shook my head, trying to remember the rest.

I remembered, the man had run in to find out why his wife had begun screaming. I had turned and began slashing at him, striking three times on his arms that were protecting his chest. Finally, he tripped backwards and back into the living room where he had been sitting by the fireplace. There, where he landed on the floor is where I finished, by shoving the knife in threw his chest to his heart. I had, laid on him for only moments before pulling the knife backward out of his chest which caused the blood to soak my sweater and jeans as it poured from the wound.

I had sat up, and kicked my way back while on my bottom, still clutching the knife as if one of them would get back up and defend themselves again. Minutes passed, and I turned over, to begin crawling my way back into the kitchen. Another lightning flashed, lighting up the kitchen again while I crawled. My knees and arms became weak as I neared the corner in which I now sat. I curled up into the corner and began to weep, which led me to where I am now.

Wiping my eyes, I stood up from the corner, using the wall as a crutch to hold my weight. Lightning flashed once more outside the window, except this time it was close. The thunder shook the entire house, shattering the windows. I was knocked back to my bottom, as I clenched my ears trying to hold off the shock from the blast. After a few minutes I was able to get back to my feat. I ran to the window, only to see a fire out at the barn where the lightning must have struck. It was only a matter of time before the fire department, police and ambulances would be turning up. We were near the woods, but I was sure that anyone from town would be able to look out and see the orange sky over the tree line between here and the city.



I ran to a cupboard, pulled out a canvas bag and began stuffing canned food into the bag from the pantry. After throwing a bit more food into the bag, I ran back to the corner and grasped the knife I had just used to murder the couple, and ran back toward the back door. I couldn’t think of anything but getting out and into the wilderness before they got there. So, I ran, ran into the storm and the woods. Only seconds later, I was soaked by the rain sheeting down upon me as I ran to the cover of the woods.

I ran for what felt like an hour, though I was sure it could have only been thirty minutes. I found a big tree to remain under for the remainder of the storm. I couldn’t think of anyone that the couple had really talked to about me, so hoped that I would be safe for a short period to regain my energy. With the knife blade held down, I jabbed it into the mud next to me. Finally, I was catching my breath and my mind wasn’t racing with possibilities. As a wolf howled in the background, I began recalling how things actually began, back in the orphanage. With my little brother…

