He falls to the floor clutching his chest. Blood pours from the wound. He lays there sputtering looking at me in fear. I ask him why he is afraid, for there is nothing to fear now. Minutes pass and he still bleeds and still sputters. I stab at him again and again until the sputtering stops. The blood feels warm and pleasant. The floor is red, and so are my hands and clothes. i walk away feeling no remorse. I don't care if I go to jail for i have done justice at least for myself. My family cries for him and I wonder why. Then I take another look at the body and realize its me. Now I look at him in fear. But before I close my eyes I feel bliss for now I have nothing to worry about and nothing to fear for I shall return.
