Daniel, still filled with rage inside of him, was viciously hitting the pillows on the lounge couch. When, eventually,
that was not enough to relieve his frustration, he threw a glass vase across the room and it shattered into a million
pieces in front of the front door. "Err, get a hold of yourself, get a hold of yourself." he repeated to himself
followed by a few deep breaths. He had now calmed down considerably and had taken a seat on the now rather lumpy couch.
His heart was racing from the immense anger he had just let loose. "Okay" he thought to himself "they don't know it was
me, I'm just a poor 14 year old who's just lost his friend, after all. Besides, what 14 year old could ever pull off such
a murder without the police instantly knowing? They just think it was a murder anyway, anyone could have done it."
He suddenly felt as if a stone had just been thrown into his bottomless stomach. "What have I done, going off on her
like that? Even if she didn't suspect I was hiding something, she sure does now. What a stupid move! How could I have
been so brain dead?!" Then he remembered the plan for tonight, the murder, and he decided that making up with Alice
wouldn't be such an immediate emergency after all. He then rose from the couch and quickly and carefully gathered the
remains of what used to be a vase and disposed of them. Now it was time to make up with Alice.
Alice, still lying on her sons bed and still wiping the tears of frustration from her cheeks, was now thinking just
how Daniel could have, through all this, still have shown no emotion in his eyes. He used to have such lovely deep blue
eyes, everyone told him so. They would be the window to his soul, they would show Alice if he was happy or sad, if he
was lying or telling the truth, but now they told her nothing. They were just a complete blank. Even during the heated
argument that had just taken place, his eyes never showed anything, not even the immense anger that was so obviously
building up inside of him. They just looked so empty, so trapped. Her thoughts were disturbed by a small meek voice
coming from the door. "Mummy." She slowly sat up, her back resting on the headboard of the bed, and saw Daniel standing
by the door, his head bent down low. "Mummy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean all those things I said. I didn't mean to hurt you,
I just, well, it's just everything that's happening. It's all happening at the same time, all these emotions, anger,
sorrow, fretfulness, revenge, depression, loneliness, disbelief, betrayal, it's all there and all there at the same time.
I guess it just overwhelmed me and you just happened to be there when it did. I'm so sorry." A tear filled Alice's eyes
and she outstretched her arms. Daniel slowly came towards her and embraced her. "I know, it must be so terrible for
you." she calmly told Daniel "It must be horrid, feeling like that, I guess I just never realized how much it had hurt
you. I'm the one that should be sorry, I should have thought about your feelings more, but it's all over now. Very soon,
everything will be over. Your father will be home and this entire trauma can be put behind us all, it'll be just a
distant and forgotten memory." After a while of reassuring words and plenty of hugs, Daniel had finally had enough
of playing the poor loving son and told Alice that he was really tired and if she wouldn't mind to let him have some
sleep and perhaps continue the whole conversation tomorrow when he had had time to relax and get as much rest as
possible. Obviously she agreed. "It is quite late, I'd best be going off to bed as well. You know where to find me
if you need anything and don't hesitate to wake me. I love you Daniel." she said. "I know." replied Daniel, the
thought of saying "I love you" back to her making him sick to his stomach. She switched off the main light and
eventually she left and Daniel was all alone in his dark room, the ticking of the clock next to him being the only
sound heard in the room, ticking closer and closer to the death of Alice Carmichael.
Finally! The clock finally struck 12:00 PM, at which time it was positive that Alice would be fast asleep and
dreaming her soon to be last dream she would ever have. Still, Daniel was taking no chances this time. He quietly
crept out of his bed and tip toed to Alice's bedroom. He stood by the door, he dare not switch on a light in the entire
top story incase she were to awaken and find Daniel sneaking around, or worst, holding the knife, the murder weapon.
As expected, she was fast asleep, snoring and lying dead still, looking as peaceful as ever. Daniel quietly tip toed
down the stairs watching his step very carefully, he didn't want to turn out being like Alice would soon be after all!
Then he did it; he stood on the 5th step from the top, the one that always creaked. He stopped moving and stood dead
still, waiting. His heart raced in his chest and perspiration dripped from his forehead. Then he heard a very load snort
followed by a couple of loud snores. A huge bolder had finally been lifted from his back. He had not woken Alice.
"That was close." he thought "Too close. I've got to be more careful. I can't take any more chances." He then carefully
walked down the rest of the steps, testing them first to see if they made any noise. He then quietly walked in to the
kitchen and slowly tried to open up one of the drawers, but it was quite stuck. He pulled again, harder this time, and
it shot open making a light "pop" sound when it opened. "No! Not again!" he thought, doing the same as he did on the
staircase. Again he heard a loud snore. "That woman sleeps like a log!" he thought to himself. He looked into the drawer
and felt lightly with his hands to feel what was inside. He felt a long plastic handle followed by smooth sharp metal.
A knife. The murder weapon. He gripped the knife tightly at the handle and lifted it up from the drawer. It shone like
a star in the night sky it was so clean and razor sharp. He then closed the cupboard and slowly walked up the stairs,
this time hopping over the creaking one. Then, like a lion prowling on its prey, he slowly walked towards the front
door of Alice's bedroom. He walked slowly towards Alice, snug in her bed, the knife high in the air. Then, as he was
about to thrust the knife into her motionless body, something happened, something that Daniel had feared the whole night
and something that he had done his very best to avoid at all costs, something that now changed everything.