It was the Last time

I wasn't sure what to do, I went too far, I don't remember how.... I went too far. My chest was heaving and I was hot. My sweat was dripping and mingling with the speckles of blood that decorated my face like freckles. I was still holding the cast iron pan, his body was twitching on the floor. Half of his face had this almost surprised look, the other half looked like a bowl of weird jello spilling out of a can.

I dropped the pan and walked into the hallway. My legs were shaking and near collapse as I tripped over my feet heading into the hallway and kept myself up by grabbing the coats hanging on the tree in the corner. I was out of adrenaline. My eyes were stinging, I didn't realize I was crying. I stopped in front of the hallway mirror and just stared at my reflection; my left eye was swollen, I couldn't tell I was only seeing with one eye. My neck was an odd necklace of purple and red finger shapes, my shirt was drenched in blood, and my sleeve was ripped at the shoulder.

I started chuckling and crying- the kind of laughing cry where you're wheezing and and crying. It came harder as I stepped slowly backward until my back was against the wall. I was laughing so hard my mouth wouldn't close and I could taste the saltiness of my tears mingling with the metallic tinge of blood.

I let my legs go limp under me and slid down the wall to the floor, I could finally feel the pain in my stomach, and only then did I see the knife still in my abdomen. I realized it was one of our serrated steak knives while still looking at it in disbelief. My body shook as another round of hilarity took me. I laughed until I couldn't breathe anymore.