For some reason, the room starts to smell like a metallic scent.

It used to be some lavander or Vanilla, at least that's how I remember after entering inside.

I was mad, I thought the word professionalism still have a valuable meaning.

There's none.

It was all in vain.

It was tainted.

The so called- secret, confidentiality, trust and truthfulness lies in front of me.

It was heart breaking.

A fleeting feeling that itch my skin, it hurt my nails and wounded my palm.

Maybe the hatchet is too big for my tiny heart.

It was fun, or should I say, was it fun?

Telling it to others, as if I was wrong. As if I did it all by myself.

I told you I wasn't alone, there's someone in the place too.

Someone dark and dangerous.

It wasn't me, and right now as I thinly slice the piece of you body---she was here too.

Guiding me to do this properly.

This was your punishment for breaking your promise when you said:I won't tell anyone.