SHE GAVE HIM A KNIFE.
The door opens and with a bang it closes, she enters, panting and pacing like someone who just escapes an attack from a dangerous beast. " Yes i did it, it wasn't that difficult, it felt good, i will do it all over again if given a chance". She said. She continues to pace back and forth oblivious of my presence. I sat on the bed mute, not knowing what to say, not knowing if welcome or are you okay? Is right to say at the moment. She continues her monologue. " I thought myself a victim and gave him a knife. I thought if he knew past my skin, my words, my face, he won't like me that very much, i wanted him to love me, not for my tears or fears because i am so much more than past tense emotions. So many times i have held my tongue, afraid, afraid to say the little i think, afraid to say he was wrong, to say i am tired, to say the words, and so he had my consent since silence meant that. Hahaha! Daily he thought himself to be a conqueror, a conqueror that i have b