[shauna tracks melissa’s movements with a part of her mind that never turns off anymore – the part that hears every sound, sees every rustle or flicker of movement in the trees, the part that can smell blood on the air and follow it to the source, like a fucking animal. but her attention is focused on tossing aside the underwear, pulling out – a steak knife, stolen from the dinner table, slipped into her sleeve, real silver, honed edge, fancy rich people don’t skimp on the cutlery.
it’s the wrong size, it doesn’t fill shauna’s fist like the hunting knife had, the shape and weight of it like an extension of her own body. but she handles it with ease, turning as melissa touches her and nearly recreating that first encounter in the clearing. she thinks about it, about history repeating and her breath hitches with the urge to press this knife against the hollow of melissa’s throat, see what it’ll scare her, dare her to do.
the thought passes, though, and shauna holds the knife low, angled away from melissa reaching towards her. she draws in details about the wound – the bandage is across mel’s shoulder, it’s not her arm itself, her fingers can move, twitch, prompting the slightest wince of pain. shauna wants to find whatever doctor’s on staff and demand they do something, but the idea of anyone touching mel except her is unbearable, so shauna just draws in a deep, shuddering breath.]
I wouldn’t be asking if I remembered, Melissa, I’d be killing the guy who did it.
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it’s the wrong size, it doesn’t fill shauna’s fist like the hunting knife had, the shape and weight of it like an extension of her own body. but she handles it with ease, turning as melissa touches her and nearly recreating that first encounter in the clearing. she thinks about it, about history repeating and her breath hitches with the urge to press this knife against the hollow of melissa’s throat, see what it’ll scare her, dare her to do.
the thought passes, though, and shauna holds the knife low, angled away from melissa reaching towards her. she draws in details about the wound – the bandage is across mel’s shoulder, it’s not her arm itself, her fingers can move, twitch, prompting the slightest wince of pain. shauna wants to find whatever doctor’s on staff and demand they do something, but the idea of anyone touching mel except her is unbearable, so shauna just draws in a deep, shuddering breath.]
I wouldn’t be asking if I remembered, Melissa, I’d be killing the guy who did it.