The image of my father striking me across face. Screaming. The tears streaming down my face and into my mouth. My mother lying on the ground with blood dripping from her nose. She reachs for me. Screaming. I open my eyes and the image disappears. I suddenly remember where I am. I remember what I was doing. I glance down at the stainless steel knife I'm gripping in my hand. I'm squeezing it so tight my knuckles turn white. I see the terrified woman huddling in the corner. As I remember the terrified look on my mothers face I lunge forward entering the long knife into the womans juglar. Closing my eyes, I feel her blood drip down my hands. I laugh.