Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

I pulled it out and stuck it in again, feeling it dig into his
flesh and feeling a chill spread up my angry arm and filter
through my blood, the rage cooling just a little.
I pulled it out once again, stared into his eyes, and rammed
it into his fucking body, burying it in his stomach one…
final…time.
“Just…die,” I bit out right in his face. “Die.”
He sputtered and rasped, his knees giving out and his body
crumbling to the ground as he slid off my knife and collapsed.
Someone sobbed quietly behind me, but everyone else was
silent as we watched him spill all over the roof, his white shirt
turning crimson as it soaked.
I stared down at him, holding his eyes. Someone
approached from behind, but I waved my hand from where it
hung at my side, gesturing for them to back the hell off.
The weight in my gut started to dissipate, and I wasn’t
running.
I wanted to see this.
I wanted to make sure he died.
“Are you okay?” Winter asked, wrapping her arms around me
as I sat with my hands cuffed. “What’s going to happen?”
I nuzzled her, burying my face in her neck.
I had no idea. But I wasn’t scared anymore. She was safe.
My friends were safe. No matter what happened, I had that, at
least.
“It’ll be okay,” I whispered.
Strangely, I felt only tired, not even worried or upset or
guilty, like maybe I should be. I was just happy he was gone
and happy she was free. It was worth it.