Did I just kill that man?

My heart was pounding so loudly I could barely hear my own ragged breathing, everything had become hazy, fast and did not make any sense.

My eyes were beginning to itch from the cigarette smoke.

I stumbled into the bedroom, my hands shaking as I slammed the door shut behind me, twisting the lock so hard my fingers ached.

That was not enough for what I had just done. And I knew it, that the locks wouldn’t hold.

Frantic, I grabbed the nearest arm chair and shoved it under the doorknob. Then another. Then the bedside table. My movements were clumsy, my body betraying...