I leaned my head against the wall, the coolness of the tile calmed my nerves a bit, as I stared at his body lying on the ground. I pulled my knees up to my chest as the pool of blood inched closer to me. I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh, perhaps I was crazy like he said after all.
I sniffled, and as I wiped my hand across my nose I could feel the wetness smear across my face. I closed my eyes taking a deep breath. When I opened my eyes, I knew what I had to do. I looked around for the phone he had knocked out of my hand when he realized I was recording him. I found it several inches away from his leg, the pool of blood surrounding it.
I reached over to grab it and sighed a sigh of relief that the red button showed it was still recording. I took another deep breath before dialing 911, not caring that the phone was dipping in blood still as I held it up to my ear.
“911 whats your emergency?” the woman dispatcher asked calmly.
“I killed my fiancé.” I said almost as calmly.