Shatter ( last part only)
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There she was just sitting in an empty chair staring off into space. I watched her….
I set up the video camera, so there would be no confusion/ false accusation. Her long beautiful blonde hair was cursed, and so was she. I hated her; she took my brother, my husband, and my 3 year old son. Her faith rested in my hands… Wouldn’t you destroy her if she killed all the people you cared about? Aurora killed all 3 of them in the duration of 2 years. She almost took my life; I’m just returning the favor. I plotted her death very carefully, and I want her to suffer the way I did. I wanted to watch her die slowly and painfully. That was my only wish; I had nothing to live for anymore. If I did kill her tonight, I would take my life as well .If I didn’t I would simply just go to jail for 1 count of per-mediated murder, I was okay with that. “Auroa (1966-2009)” I whispered. I loved the sound of that, and instead of rest in peace it would be rest in pieces. I procrastinated… the vase was in my hand. I slowly walked toward the auburn chair that filled her. I closed my eyes and heard the glass shatter against the back of her head. After that I didn’t look away, my hands kept shaking. She fell to the floor and I never thought about tomorrow. She looked like peaceful, you when she isn’t psycho path killing people. I stared and look at her blood on my hands, but I knew her heart was still beating. It’s more than could ever stand, raged filled me with an instance. I ran the blunt knife across her shoulder blades and her arms and legs. I poured the Clorox on the cuts she woke up and screamed, I laughed at her screams. She couldn’t move the poison raced through her veins. I stood there, her heavy breathing began to get lighter; she screamed “I’m sorry.” “It’s too late!” I screamed back with rage. Then her breaths were coming to a cease. The blunt rusty pocket knife was driven through her chest, it struggled getting pass the first layer of bruised flesh. She didn’t fight me, she wanted to die too. Her eyes were a deep chocolate brown, and they transitioned to a light beautiful golden brown. I saw myself in her eyes, and I stopped almost instantly. I pulled the knife and wiped it on jeans, I sat back and stared. Looking at my bloody hands, I was in shock. I could hear her decreasing heat rate, and thought to myself; “I just killed someone.” I looked down at her, her chest was still moving that means she was still breathing. I took a deep breath and stabbed her in the same place… But this time it went all the way through. I pulled back once again; I wiped it on my jean. “This was for my loved ones,” I breathed. . Now I could never see the arms of tomorrow. Neither could she…