The Room

Without The Laws of the government, the wondering eyes of society, prying eyes of the police, the torturous look of love and resentment from family, friends and parents. Without the bible, it's teachings of heaven and hell, the painful feeling and God. What excuses will I have for not killing someone?

The room was white consisting of couch in the middle and a chair at arms length with an old lady and a young man.

'Over my dead body'

Bang!

The room is dripping red with someone's frantic knocking on the door suffocating it, begging to come in.