Guilt

The room was dark, but we could all feel it coming. There were footsteps at the door, and a light flooded the room. A silent cry took up the air, all of us yelling excitedly, "Me! Pick me!" The human came, the one we came to know as our keeper. He was a good human, that always checked up on us, making sure we were in top shape. My excitement grew as he came to my side of the room, and took me from my hook on the wall. I swayed easily, gracefully beneath his grasp. I was passed over to two other men. They were skilled, veterans, I felt it in their hands.

We walked outside. I was good to feel the sun, the soft air blowing gently through my strings. We walked for sometime before we came to a cliff face. The men spoke. I swayed as they spoke, gesturing and point before one nodded and took me into his hands. I was swung then thrown, my hook catching on the edge of a sturdy rock. I felt them slipping on their safety, and testing my hold.

I almost felt insulted, but it is a common tradition among men. I felt the tug of on as he hoisted himself up, then the added weight of the other. I strained, but held strong as I was jerked and pulled.

I slipped to the right, and felt sharp pain in my side. I was wedged against a jagged rock, and felt it cutting as the side. I felt treads cutting and popping. I struggled to stay still, but the wind blew, and the humans tugged. Their weight was becoming impossible to hold as I was frayed further. I fought to hold myself together as the humans made their way up. They were almost at the fray, almost past it, but at the moment there was a terrible pain.

The edge sliced through my core, the weight of the humans causing me to split. I heard their screams as they fell. If it were not for the screeching wind. I would have heard the bone cracking thud as they met their death. I hung limply, in the cold height of the cliff, blowing in the wind, cold and forgotten. mourning at the death I caused.

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I was taken from the wall, separated from my friends. How long had I been here? Surrounded by others as humans passed the aisles. We have seen many taken, many bought for the humans' uses. I did not know where I was going, or it was that had taken me. I wasn't sure if I was more excited or terrified.

I didn't know what would happen, but I was excited to find out. I was taken away taken to the counter, paid for, then carried outside. The sunlight was knew to me. All I had known was the darkness of inside. The one that had taken me was young, with gentle hands, but I could feel she was unhappy. She did not belong in a hardware store. She was too young, too soft.

I was taken far away, to an empty open place with a single, well grown oak tree growing alone in it's center. I was thrown over a low branch, tied loosely and lazy, then another loop tied at the other end. The girl slipped the loop around her neck.

This isn't what I was made for. She let her legs go, hanging limply from my length. I never wanted to do this. I heard. No. I felt her neck snap. This is not why I came here.

Now the other humans had come, taking her from the tree, cutting me away. I plead for forgiveness, but my guilt is overwhelming. I lay severed, covered in blood, though no blood was shed. Why couldn't I have met that fate? not she.

~~~~~~~~Haha I did a knife

I lay on the counter, cold, untouched. I wondered when the humans would be coming back. Mine was a happy life. Happy and simple. I was well kept, sharpened to a point, despite all the wear and tear I have gone through over the years. Years of cutting, of slicing. Years of blood being rinsed off my blade.

No I was a happy knife. Once I had winced when I had accidentally sliced my holder's hand. I had tasted human blood. But that day had come and passed, and my guilt had faded.

I heard the door open and the humans coming inside. The light glinted off my blade. They were talking, arguing really, though it was not uncommon for them to do so. The woman, the one that held me so many times, the one that I had nipped that one time so long ago, picked me up. I was excited, then confused. There was no cutting board, and nothing to cut. No meat chop, no vegetables to slice, no fruit to skin. There was nothing but the could counter top, and the humans' much adored their counter top. that is what the cutting board was for.

The human turned around facing my target. My victim. Her grip tightened on my hilt, and she screamed, bringing me down on the man's arm. Again, I tasted human blood. I tried to resist, to miss my target, but I couldn't, she was in full control. I began to ask me why she would do this. What did the man do? Then I started wondering if this were a punishment to me. Again and again she swung me, meeting nothing but cloth and air, for a moment I was winning. She knew I detested the taste of human blood. This was her revenge on my.

With every struggling, shaky, demented step forward, she swung me. I was growing sick and dizzy, wishing to wash away this crimson liquid. She lunged forward, and I was forced through flesh, then bone, and finally into a beating organ, that beat no more.I was pulled out, then thrusted in again and again, hacking and swinging until the man before me was no longer recognizable.

Someone heard, the screams. They must have. Outside sirens were howling, screaming the stars right out of the night sky. The woman panicked, tossing me to the floor, and ran away. I lay on the floor, cold and alone next to my victim whispering, "I'm sorry. Forgive me. I will help. This isn't what I was made for." I lay there shaking as the blood pooled. As the police came in. As I was dropped into a plastic bag for evidence.

I wanted nothing more, but to be rinsed, to wash away this wretched liquid, to wash away this evidence, to wash away this guilt.