The thirst for revenge filled my heart. I pulled open the curtains and stared down onto the crowded streets below my apartment.
He brought this upon himself, I thought, my eyes narrowing. My blood boiled inside my veins with anger.
That was when I saw him.
Him. Walking in on the sidewalk below. I couldn't miss him. No, not after what he had done to me.
To make it worse, he was walking with her. The girl he seemed to fancy more than me. My face went red in fury.
I closed the curtains angrily and grabbed a gun in one of the drawers in my desk. I stared at the gun and rubbed the barrel with my thumb.
"Let's make this clean and quick, my old friend," I said to it as I walked out my front door.
I walked down the stairs and checked my watch. 11:45. Almost midnight. The perfect time to kill.
I pushed the glass doors open and walked down the busy streets of New York City.
The lights from the buildings shined bright in the night, the stars sparkled, and the moon was full.
I saw him walk down an alley, for a short cut to his house.
What an idiot, I thought. Walking down an alley at night. Who does that?
I walked down the alley, my high-heels making clicking noises.
He turned around, startled. I hid behind a dumpster, my gun in my hand.
"Who's there?" he asked, nervously. He shook his head, thinking it was nothing.
"I am," I replied, getting out from behind the dumpster.
He gasped at my presence and stumbled over backwards. "K-Kat?" he stammered.
"Yes, Will?" I replied. "Do you remember me?"
Will gulped, seeing the object I held in my hand.
"Kat, why are you here?" he asked.
I twirled my hair around my finger. "I think you know, Will," I replied. "I'm here to get my revenge."
"Look Kat, I'll give you money, whatever you want, just DO NOT PULL THE TRIGGER," Will said, backing away.
I thought about it playfully. "Nah, I think I've made up my mind," I replied.
I walked ove to Will laying on the ground. I leaned over to whisper in his ear, "You brought this upon yourself."
The streets were full of cops. As the cops lead me to the car, I looked back at a crying girl leaning over Will.
"My work here is done," I whispered.