I actually did it (176)

Three days ago I would have imagined myself being responsible for something as horrific as this,

I was a lot of things: impulsive, exaggerative, sarcastic, witty, and maybe sometimes rude. But I had never been capable of hitting anyone intentionally.

That was until three minutes ago.

Whether it was the uncomfortable sirens from the ambulance or the way my insides twisted in knots as she was wheeled away, unmoving and unconscious — I had no clue.

All I knew was that there was a part of me that enjoyed this, that savored this moment and was hungry for me and I was a little hesitant to feed it.

The sound of a loud collision filled the living room. My neck was snapped to the side and I locked eyes with Mrs. Amber when I looked up. She had the look that Alice always wore. The one that was filled with disappointment and anger.

Her anger and frustration were justified. So were the yelling and arguments that we were floating in the living room below me. I was standing at the farthest top of t