Just An Ordinary Day (Prologue)

 She sat there in silence with only the light of what seemed to her an angry moon screaming into the window. What is this feeling? Is it fear? Anger? Guilt even? She wondered if the hollow feeling would ever come to an end. “how is one supposed to feel right now?” she said to herself. She stands up after what felt like hours and sets the blood covered knife on the side table and walks to the window, she opened it welcoming the cool night air on her face. “well I guess I have a mess to clean up,” she said as she walked to the light switch.  

Myra Renae 

01/18/17