She stumbled into the room breathing as if she had been chased for a mile.Her sight refused to adjust to the moonlit room but ahead she staggered. Finally she would wrong the one who had wronged her finally she would see the color of revenge in his bright green eyes as the life seeped out of them...finally she would be vindicated. Her hand trembling as if she had no control over her own body reached forward to pull back the comforter off of his still unconscious frame and she thought to herself how ironic that she now took his comfort from him seconds before she would take his life.She lunged forward sweaty fist still griping the french knife...and she drove it into her freedom,she drove it into her relief,she drove it into her piece of mind. There was a sickening plunge and then silence,a bearly human gurgling sound and the words to follow will burn in her memory for an eternity...'Mom'? No she thought it couldn't have been.Not here not tonight.But no matter how many times her brain told her what she had done her heart screamed the truth at her she had been wrong dead wrong.Still griping the knife she thought to pull it out of her oldest sons ribs but knew he would surely die from loss of blood. Releasing the knife she turned and went to grab the phone off of the nightstand but thanks to her careful planing the phone in the sitting room downstairs was disconnected she knows that she had no options she had to watch the works of her hand she had to watch her son die slowly in front of her...
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