Patricia's POV
I stood up, glaring into Eddie's eyes. It took all my energy just to keep from blacking out
completely.
Eddie looked almost relieved. He was looking right into my eyes. Her eyes, now. And he didn't even
know.
I smiled, and he smiled back.
Being forced to smile, to laugh, while I felt like I was dying.
Gripping the knife tightly in my hand, I took a step closer to him.
She was going to make me kill him, and I knew I wouldn't be able to stop her.
My arm moved from behind my back. I raised the knife into the air, above his heart.
Confusion flashed across his face.
"What are you doing?"
I started to laugh.
Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion.
I watched in horror and I drove the knife down, as hard as I could.
I couldn't stop.
I looked into his eyes, filled with horror and disbelief.
In that moment, I found strength. I broke through, only for a second. But it was enough
I twisted my wrist in the opposite direction. I almost immediately lost control again, but I had done
enough.
Eddie looked stunned for a moment, then he just lost it. There was absolute terror in his eyes,
mixed in with a sadness I had never seen on him.
I started to feel dizzy.
The room seemed to be spinning. My hands were stained red.
I realized with a start that they were covered in blood.
I took a step back in disbelief. My legs gave out and I fell to the floor.
There was a sharp ringing in my ears. Grey spots danced around in my eyes.
I ripped something out of me and my chest exploded in pain. I was holding the knife again. It was
now dripping with blood.
Realization crept across me. I was laying in a pool of blood. My blood.
Eddie hovered above me.
Kill him! This is your chance! KILL HIM!
Rage swelled in me. Red hot burning hatred.
I focused all my energy on driving her out.
Once again I felt like I was being crushed, torn apart. My head felt like it would split open.
I shook violently, trying desperately to gain control. To be rid of her forever.
I screamed in pain, and anger, and desperation.
Then she was gone.