The water in the bath tub sits still in complete stagnation. Within the porcelain walls of the bath tub is about two degrees above the freezing point, cold enough to paralyze living thing that comes in contact with it. I quickly grasp the finely cut glass door knob, opening the white wooden door with a quiet clicking. My other arm is occupied; it twists at my elbows holding her neck still in an inescapable lock. She struggles and gasps for deep and heavy breathes of air, air that hardly makes it past my choking grip. I drag her soon to be corpse across the polished black and white tiled floor, her bare feet squeeking across the floor in an earsplitting way. With my free hand I slam the side of her head into the porcelain wall of the tub nearly knocking her unconcious. But as near as it was it wasn't quite near enough. I force her head over the side of the tub and into the cold water and for a second her body twitches instinctively but then when that momment is over her muscles relax as if to accept the inevetable death.

Want to comment on this Short Stories? Sign up to Edit Red and you will be able to comment on Short Stories and get access to: Upload your own stories and poems, get readers and their feedback, promote your work...