章節 3: Not Cut Out For This

"If he had died that night!" she screeched, " I would have been as happy as a puppy!" You heard her scream. Tears flooded your eyes and spilled down your cheeks. 'If I had died' you, thought. Your mother was still screaming downstairs. You picked it up. It glinted in the moonlight. They always told you not to play with knives. You never did. Not until that day. You plunged it through your chest. You hoped she would be happy now. You prayed. But prayers are like wishes, and sometimes, they don't come true.