Chapter Seven

I know the first person I plan on taking away from her. Her husband, and I'm not going to lie, I'm going to enjoy this. To me, he is just as guilty as her. He hears all those terrible rumors she says about me, and has he ever told her to stop? Does he ever tell anyone that it's not true? He sits there and does nothing about it, and he is not powerless. Everybody has words and voices to say that's not true. If you stand there letting it happen, you're just as bad as the person doing it. 

I sat in my car, I parked behind a nearby tree, waiting for him to return home from work. Luckily, the cards are in my favor. He works a night shift as a janitor for the school and always has for many years. My heart race and my palms were sweaty as I watch his car pull in. I quickly get out of my car, my feet move as fast as they can. Not wanting to run and scare him or he sees me coming, but I walk as fast as I could. With his back towards me, I bring my body close to his back and place my arm around his throat, passing my hand the blade I carry in the other hand. 

"What is this? I hear his cries and could tell in his voice that he was panicking. 

"Your worst nightmare." I know it was a little cheesy, but it was exactly how I feel. 

" Hannah?" I hear the confusion in his voice, like it almost came across as a question.

"That's right." I say the words as I cut his throat. I smile and laugh as I watch the blood pour out of his throat, and he gargles on his own blood. I see his eyes watching me and him wanting to ask why. He watches my every move, and I was the person who took his life. 

My feet quickly leave the scene of the crime. I just hope I get away with this, so I can cause her more pain. 

Opening up the door to my parents' house, I try to be very quiet. I don't know how in the world I would ever explain the blood of my hands. It wouldn't be an easy task, since they were covered. My feet moved quickly upstairs.

"Hannah?"

"Yeah Mom, it's me, everything's fine." I pray she won't walk out of her room.

"Alright." I didn't detect any apprehension in her voice, so I walk up the stairs as fast as I can, feeling relieved as I make it to my room. 

I can't believe I actually did that. I feel so incredible, so empowered, and so on top of the world, like for once I just stood up for myself. Was it the best way possible? Probably not. Am I insane probably? But do I care? No!