The look on her face said everything. the way her eyes widened. the way her bottom lip trembled. the way her skin turned pale. it said what a million words could not. "why?" she squeaked. I tried to feel remorseful. I tried to feel sorry. I tried to be scared. but all I could feel was adrenaline and anger, nothing else while I clutched the bloodied knife with shaking fingers. all I could say as the sirens grew closer and louder was...