Tears cut clean paths through the red mess on my cheeks.
I had never killed before.
I had just murdered a man.
The realization hit like cold water.
And the worst part?
It had felt powerful.
It had felt justified.
It had felt good.
Until it didn’t.
The adrenaline drained from my body in a violent rush.
Shaking started.
First in my fingers.
Then my arms.
Then my entire body.
It was uncontrollable.
My teeth chattered. My vision blurred at the edges.
Every breath burned as if smoke had filled my lungs.
I wrapped my arms around myself tightly, trying to hold my body together.
Rocking.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
The room spun around me.
Memories crashed into each other without mercy.
Prison.
The darkness of the cell.
Laughter.
Pain.
Stillbirth.
And then — hours ago. Maybe days. Time had blurred.
My body betraying me.
