C15 Fifteen

NICOLAI POV

Spots of blood swam in my vision, and I stabbed into the table in front of me, then took a drag of the cigarette I held.

The rage I felt filled every pore of my skin and it was suffocating, but I basked in it, the urge to do damage, the urge to cause pain, the urge to cut something up growing until I trembled with it.

I'd been so close. So close to killing Lucas, and even now