She couldn’t believe what she had just done. Her hands were still shaking as she looked down at the lifeless body of the woman lying at her feet. She had killed her, and she didn’t regret it one bit. In fact, she felt a sense of relief wash over her, as if a heavy weight had been lifted off her shoulders. For years, she had been living a lie. Pretending to be someone she wasn’t just to please others. But she had reached her breaking point. The constant pressure to fit the narrative in her life had become too much to bear. She was done with being the people pleaser, the one who always put others before herself. She was done with being a disappointment to herself. As she stood there, staring at the lifeless body, she realized that she had finally found a sense of control in her life. She was no longer fighting mad, but instead, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She had lost who she was in the process of trying to be someone she wasn’t. But now, she was free from the facade she had been living in. No longer a reliable person, but finally her true self. She knew that her actions would have consequences, but she didn’t care. She was no longer afraid of the judgment of others. Her moods may have been unpredictable, but she had finally found her inner peace. as she walked away from the scene, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of liberation. For she had finally let go of the expectations and labels that had been placed upon her, and was now living on her own terms.