I feel my hands clench

I see red

I dare not sniff to smell the stench

I hate my mother being sad

 

 I wonder if its too late

The blood keeps running

I hope he takes the bait

He's known to be cunning

 

I hear the alarms sounding not far off

The pounding of my heart increases

I hear my mother's faint cough

The ground covered with shattered glass pieces

 

They will be here soon

I know already they are too late

I knew from first gaze him to be a goon

This would be the end at any rate

 

I grab the knife

he falls to the floor

gasping for air

I run out the door

 

Leaving it all behind

alteast i stopped him

one less evil in mankind