spliit

Good Mourning, nobody... I stabbed someone with a steak knife in my dream last night. I had him in a choke hold and pushed him away. I stabbed him five times in the back between the ribs on the side of the body where the heart would be. It was my first murder and I didnt know what to expect when I stabbed him. It felt all to real. I felt the serrations of the steak knife slip through his flesh with ease. The first one was instinct, the next four were to make sure he was dead. I could still feel the way his heart was ripping. There was another man. I had to turn around because he was coming after me. That man made me wake up. I will be back, sir.