I Am Not Your Punching Bag

I stared at the bloody knife in my hand, I never meant for this to happen. I just wanted to scare him away so he wouldn’t hit me again, but he pushed the knife straight into his heart. For the first few minutes I was too shocked to move, as he laid on the floor, covered in his blood, as he struggled to flash me one his smiles, the ones I used to find charming but recently it simply makes me sick.

I knew I had to. . .