I ran out of the house pushing through the pain. blood was dripping down my face from where the bottle hit me on my head. i had to keep going, i can't stop to think or even breathe. just go. i don't know what made him so mad, so violent. i felt bad for him, how alone and miserable he was, but now only hate runs through my veins. i couldn't control my thoughts, i didn't want to. all i let myself think was “i hate you”. i could hear him running behind me, but little did he know where i was taking him.
he tried to ruin my life and failed, but now its my turn to ruin his and i won't fail. i never felt so driven for anything so dark and hateful before, but it had to be done and i was yearning for it to be done forever. when i got to the end of the street i ran under the bridge and stopped. he stops running and laughs thinking he has won. i let him for a minute, then i started laughing. he looked very confused but still walked towards me. i took the steak knife out of my pocket and pointed it at him. he laughed and pulled one out too. i smiled and stabbed him in the arm the knife was in then pulled the bloody knife out of the fresh wound and watched him flinch in the pain and laughed. he put his knife in his other hand and took a swing at me, but missed by an inch. i smiled again and slashed his his clean arm and watched him wince in pain once more. he dropped his knife and punched me across the face. i looked at him stepped towards him and stabbed him in the stomach then pulled it out. as he fell i laughed and walked away from his dying body and laughed as i dropped the knife and threw my glove away then ran home to tell my family how he “killed himself” in front of me.