She sat there in the puddle of blood, wearing a sky blue translucent gown, holding a knife in her right hand, tears rolled down her cheek as she smiled, she had just killed her husband, he laid there on the floor lifeless, with cuts all over his face, she had killed her abusive husband.
She was more relieved than sad, finally her pain is over, no more rape, no more beatings, no more abortions, no more pretence, no more sadness, she could finally live for herself.
She wanted to be free more than anything that she didn't think of the aftermath, it's been an hour she killed him and she doesn't know what to do next, she didn't consider the law, she didn't consider the lord, now she's a sinner to the lord and a murderer to the law, she wanted freedom and she got it for an hour, now she's back to where she began, she's being jailed for murder and punished for her sins.
She didn't think of the outcome or repercussions, she just wanted to be free so much, she lost it all..