Marielle let out a piercing, agonized scream.
The sound made me frown instinctively.
Her hands loosened instantly, and her whole body collapsed backward.
Blood sprayed out violently, splattering across Nathaniel’s face.
He froze for a moment, then seemed to finally catch his breath and began to gasp for air frantically.
He lowered his head to look at Marielle.
The fruit knife was embedded in her left eye.
Blood kept gushing out through her fingers, soaking her hands red before dripping onto the floor, where it pooled into a glaring puddle of blood.
She rolled on the ground, her body contorting, her screams echoing through the hospital room.
Nathaniel stood by the bed, his voice trembling.
“N-no… it’s not my fault… you were trying to strangle me… this was self-defense…”
His words
