Story I thought of last night as I laid in bed. Enjoy / Last drawer. To the left. To the left. Last drawer./ She swung her legs over her bed. She had laid in the dark for so long her eyes had adjusted to the blackness. She walked light footedly and quickly into the kitchen. /Last drawer. To the left./ Goosebumps formed on her skin as she shivered. She entered the kitchen and stopped, she let out a shaky breath. /To the left of the sink, the very last drawer. Be calm. It's for the best. Noone will know. They'll be surprised./ With shaking hands she opened the drawer. She blinked it was darker in the kitchen. She slid her hand into the drawer. Her middle finger was met by a sharp prick. She didn't pull her hand away, instead her hand moved in and lowered. Her fingers wrapped around the handle. /Mustn't fail. Wants to be part of the action./ She pulled out the CUTCO chefs knife. Her eyes could see the white, glossy handle. The forever sharp blade glinted even in the dark. /Open space is best./ Her feet dragged a bit as she walked into an open area. She held the chefs knife out in a weird angle. She steadied herself, raised the knife and placed the point at the middle of her chest. /Breast plate. Thick./ She turned on her heels. She now faced a wall. A fast pace or a running start would be needed. Her jaw clenched, nostrils flared as she breathed out hard. /Do it. Do it. Do it. DO IT!/ A scream escaped her mouth. She threw the knife down into the linoleum floor. It stuck straight up. Her body crumpled onto the floor, next to her would-be accomplice. She rose. Walked back to her room. Climbed into the bed. Sighed and closed her eyes. /Unable to./
It states the limits of the human mindset very well thought out I would like to hear morr like it keep it up
To the left to the left, everything that you own in the box to the left. Was the accomplice her lover or what?