The Reflection

She stood there in silence seeing all the blood in its deep crimson glory shining as the moonlight from the window bounced off it. She was not sure how to process what happened in the moments before the world fell silent and peaceful, as if those acts of violence hadn’t occurred. She was rather pleased with herself, considering the outcome. She was hoping the night would go off without a hitch, but her luck being what it was, she was interrupted more times than she cared for. 

However, all things considered everything worked out and she was satisfied. The biggest issue now was trying to figure out how to get cleaned up. There was blood everywhere, and the longer she looked in the mirror the more real tonight’s events became. She had cuts, scrapes, and scratches all over that she’d have to tend to, bloody clothes to wash and discard, and the bodies… let’s not forget the bodies. She had to figure out what to do with the extra bodies that were there. Still, she was satisfied overall and couldn’t help but smile back at her own reflection with the smug smile of someone who was extremely pleased with their work. 

That will certainly be the last time anyone tries to cross her; she made damned sure of it. She took one last look at her bloodied reflection in the cracked mirror and gave herself a verbal pat on the back, “good job, girly. Your work is done.”