Dan’s knife hangs freely in his hand, so I snatch it. My own hands are trembling, and I struggle to keep the knife from doing the same. I feel a panic of shockwaves through my body. I stifle the need to shake him, to strike him hard until he passes out. Instead I camouflage my emotion. In the army Dan and I had been shown how. We vow to do our duty, to never run away, and to never desert our friends. Dan had refused to leave me and carried me bleeding. We killed so many, and for Dan, he would never be the same.
“Tell me what happened?” My Gaze rests on the loveliest woman. She is lying on the bed covered in blood. She is half naked. Even in death she looks beautiful. I feel sadness in my heart, and I struggle against tears.
“I stabbed her fifty times. I counted each stab. She made me that angry.” Dan stands up and walks towards the bed. “I loved her very much.” He sobs, running a shaky hand through her hair before asking me for a cigarette.
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