Her drunken breath ran down my neck.
"Everyone is here. Come on. Don't be a party pooper!"
I hear an arouse of boo's from the mouths of the crowd. She wanted me to do it. But I didn't. I ran my hand down my leg, and found my blade hidden in my shoe.
Had she known of it? No. Would she trust me if she knew the what I hid? The secrets I hid, under my worn eyes? No. But she didn't know. And I must do what must be done.
The boo's turned into a symphony of screams as I held the blade to her neck.
"I know what you did," I whispered in her ear. She laughed.
"Do it. I dare you."