The steps came closer. Like a despaired little dog, the girl whimpered, and huddled into a small bump of misery between the bunches of snow. Her skirts were spread around her, speckled with blood. The red hair of hers fell over her shoulders, in big, entangled curls. A waxing moon hung in a necklace around her neck.
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A scream tore the silence. I sat up in my bed, shook my black hair away from my face, and stared wild out of the window. I listened, trying to forget my beating heart. Silence. Did I only imagine it?
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Her pale skin trembled, as a cold knife got added to hear neck-decorations. Dark blood trickled out. She quelled a scream, and grabbed slowly into her robe. In one movement, she took the little flick-knife from one of the endless pockets, her dress was made of, hewed it backwards, and jumped up to run.
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I still saw the hands, moistened in the dark liquid, the hands, whose had taken a life. I still had nightmares about it. It still bothered me, after all this time.
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But it went wrong in the beginning. With the bloody knife in her hands, she turned around, and got an eye on her opponent. She was tall, skinny, and had black hair. Behind her a pack of wolves orbited round and round, impatient, hungry. But the most endangering about it all was her eyes. Like billions of knife blades, silvery as the one in her hands, they drilled into the girls, drained her.
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Outside the window the trees wove in the wind, the snow fell in big flakes, and lied down like a big layer of white on the fields.
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She felt the knife enter her body, her stomach. She felt her soul shatter, a pain, like thousands of stars exploding inside her.
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I was mystified. I just couldn't figure out, what went so wrong last time.
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As her perpetrator left, wounded and with the howling wolves following her, she collapsed, the eyes dilated in pure horror, the mouth wide open, an open door for the scream, the scream of the the soul leaving her body. The scream that never got heard.
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It looked exactly as last time. That night, many years ago, that night, I became a murderer.