The maniacal smile on my face faded as I stared at the knife.
Would my family want me to do this? I asked myself, or would they be ashamed?
A tear leaked down my cheek and my mind seemed to explode. What if? What if? It was always what if, even when Klaus and Sunny were alive.
Well I don't care, I said defiantly, the truth is I'll never know what if, Olaf has seen to that.
I pocketed the knife again and sighed. I guess the best thing to do is follow my instinct, that's what daddy always told me.
I kept walking. A short sentence, I know, but it perfectly describes my dreadful situation.
Usually a break from the monotonous sentence, 'I kept walking,' would be welcome, but when the break involved a gloved hand clasping over my mouth, I would excuse a break altogether.
A/N: I know, short chappie, but I'm really tired and my brain hurts. My day has been horrible so saying that I know who the gloved person is and you don't satisfies me! Buahahahaha!