Ruby
He's asleep.
I know he's asleep.
The house is quiet. Everything is quiet. Even the calm breeze through the open window is quiet. His snoring is the only noise in the house.
I crawl out of bed and walk straight to the kitchen. I grab a big knife and walk to his room, the night dress sweeping the floor. The floor that's too cold for my bare feet. But not as cold as his freezing heart.
He's asleep.
That's why he doesn't hear me move closer to him. That's why he doesn't feel my breath when I look down at him, the knife gripped tight in my hand. He's sleeping so peacefully, drool dripping out of his mouth. He's dreaming about something sweet. Maybe, someone sweet.
I climb on the bed and raise a knife.
He opens his eyes.
I stab. And I stab. And I stab. And I stab. And I stab. And
