04.10.08
Testing.
Distracted, Kathleen swung the knife. It missed the carrot and cleaved into her hand –
- Or would have, if it hadn’t simply halted at her skin. Blinking, Kathleen pulled the knife back.
There wasn’t even a red mark. There should have been a deep gash.
Kathleen turned, and punched the window. Glass shards flew everywhere, cutting her curtains to shreds. She pulled back her fist and stared at it. Once more, there was not even a mark.
Third time’s the charm, thought the redhead as she reversed the knife in her grip. She plunged the blade into her eye.
It stopped suddenly, resting with only the faintest pressure on her cornea. Kathleen’s strongest push couldn’t force the blade further.
Slowly, Kathleen lowered the knife and smiled.
