The people in the room with him were scared. Worried. And confused. The judges moved their seats a little backward, creeped out by his eyes. Ophelia tilts her body forward to check his eyes and moves back almost immediately.
The taxi man held his wife by the hair, her head thrown backwards and her neck and chest opened to his view. He stares at his hand that suddenly began to move on its own towards his wife's chest. He begins to shake his head refusing to let it happen when something rushes through his hands and pushes the knife right into her chest, it even cuts his palm as he held it in a clumsy manner. He saw the blood start to pool out of her chest. The way her eyes went wide, the way she gasped for air before choking and falling soft. He dropped her, his heart beating fast, his hand covered in blood and his shirt stained with blood from the impact of the force he had used.
