Archer

"Fuck."

"Fuck! Fucking fuck!!" I shouted punching the air as I ran a hand in my hair.

"No...no this isn't happening again." I yelled as I kept on running.

My hands wouldn't stop shaking as I sped away into the night. What the hell did I just do? That wasn't supposed to happen. I had only meant to scare Maria, not actually stab someone.

When her friend Alex jumped in front of my knife, it was too late to pull back. I'll never forget his agonized scream or the blood gushing over my hands. And Maria's wrenching sobs as she pleaded for him to hold on.

I gritted my...