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Make a choice.

Just do it.

Do it now.

I don’t think as I ram the shard into the man’s back.

He roars out in pain, scratching at his skin to try to get it out.

“You fucking bitch!”

He turns around and punches me.

Dizzy, I fall to the floor, unable to keep my balance, and a sharp pain makes me groan.

One of the shards has lodged itself into my abdomen.

When I touch it and look at my hands, there’s blood.

Oh God.

My father throws himself at the guard, hanging around his neck and biting his ear.

The man growls in pain and chucks my father forward over his head, slamming him into the floor so hard I can hear the air leave his body.

My father doesn’t move anymore.

Then the guard focuses his attention on me.

My pupils dilate, and I immediately begin to crawl away from him.

Too late.

“I should’ve killed you when I had the chance.” His shrill voice sounds like nails on a chalkboard.

I head for the knife he dropped, but before I can reach it, he grabs my hair and drags me up. It hurts so bad my eyes begin to sting with tears.

“But I’ll definitely enjoy being the one to make you both suffer,” he growls.

I’ve already suffered enough.

In a blind rage, I grasp the shard and pull it out of my own flesh.

And when he turns me around, I jab it straight into his eye.

One. Two. Three steps and he falls, wailing in agony, straight into the corner of the nightstand. His head splits open, and blood pours out. The one leftover eye slowly grows vacant. And then he breathes his last breath.

I stare at him for a moment, wondering if he’ll come back alive like a zombie and eat us all. But none of that happens.

I take a couple of deep breaths, trying to tell myself it’s fine.

But it’s not.

I killed a man.

I actually killed a human being.

But the worst part is … I don’t feel any different.

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