The Queen of Assassin's (Part 2)
I sat on my chair in my room staring at the knives jingling on my door because of the breeze for too long. I heard their screams echoing in my head for too long. That laugh rang in my head like a thousand pounds for too long. I sat in my blood stained clothes for too long. I remembered his face for too long. After I stabbed Sasha, I heard three sets of screams. I only figured out who they belonged to after I left the room mutely. After they had stopped and my brother was released. One belonged to Sasha. One belonged to my brother. One belonged to me. My brother screamed for reasons unbeknownst to me. I didn't think it was in physical pain. For recently, I have become very familiar with that sound. Sasha's screams only lasted a few minutes until he's system shut down and he died. I screamed because... I don't know. Maybe it was the blood. Maybe it was the other screams. Maybe it was because I could feel the life draining out of him. I learned something I had