Regret

Her left foot tapped anxiously as her mind reeled like an old projector, casting images of the same event over and over in her head. Her eyes flicked place to place as if she couldn't keep focus on one object. Her soft gray eyes appeared glazed over to anyone else who happened to waltz by.

Though she saw people walking on sidewalks and across streets, heard honking horns, and other city qualities, Cassandra retained none of it. Instead, she only heard the thumping beat of her heart thumping in her ears. She only saw the limp, lifeless figure of a man lying on the floor.

Only moments before, it seemed, that that man was alive and breathing. His dark blue eyes rivaled the anger in her own eyes. He knew what he had done wasn't right, but what she had done wasn't exactly pleasurable act of kindness either. That night, the two had an argument and one thing led to another. He had hit her, and she stumbled back, her body being tossed like a rag doll. She knocked over chairs and anything else that might have fallen onto the floor. Once she had came to a halt, she found her arms strewn across the counter. She was only held by her arms, her bottom halfway to the ground. He came once more, whether or not to help her or hit her again, she didn't know. But she did know she was still furious with him. Cassandra had taken a kitchen knife from the drying rack on the counter, then lunged at him. Her right hand help the knife's handle, thrusting the blade into his gut under handed. After the first stab, she twisted as she pulled the weapon out. Almost as if by impulse, she slammed the knife into his chest. Again and again, until she lost count. His body laid on the ground, shuddering and trembling each time her arm came down.

The city bus huffed to a stop as people began piling in. Cassandra shook her head as she too went onto the bus. She found a seat next to an old woman who seemed to see right through her, seeing every detail of the murder she had committed all those weeks ago. Taking a breath and shifting away from the woman as the bus began to move.

His body was surrounded by a thick, gleaming pool of blood. Cassandra stood as the adrenaline drained from her body, leaving her arm exhausted. Her gaze fell onto the face of the man she just murdered, his features frozen in time. Forever will his dark blue eyes stare off into the distance, filled with shock, his mouth agape with paralysis. She tore away from his face as her eyes travelled down to the wounds. Her hands flew to her mouth immediately smearing blood on her cheeks.