Three for the price of one.

The Killer:
Her breath was coming is short sharp gasps that burned her insides like
a fire, yet she would not let go of the rope. She had to pull it high
enough so that he wouldn't see it, if he saw it then it was all
over.
She strained and pulled harder until finally it was high above her,
hanging like an executioners axe. She looked up at it and allowed a
cold smile to touch her thin lips. Then tying the rope behind the door
where he wouldn't see it she left to meet him for lunch.

He grinned like a child when he saw her coming and she had to force a
smile or risk hitting him there and then. Did he honestly think he was
going to get away with it?
She indulged in the usual "darling you look fantastic"'s and even
managed to compliment him on his dull and predictable tie. He kept
touching her all through the lunch, kept reaching over and squeezing
her hand. She wanted to be sick. Just being near him now made her want
to vomit or rush home and scrub her skin free of his disgusting touch.
She shuddered.
"Are you cold honey?" he asks.
Honey, the word sounded stupid coming from his mouth. It didn't belong
there, no nice things belong there. She looked across the table at him
as he stared back at her with false concern. How could she love him?
How could she let her heart feel anything but cold hatred for him? And
yet still deep inside her, buried somewhere beneath the darkness that
had engulfed her it lay there, like a secret she longed to forget.
Love. She still loved him but she hated him more and that hate was
fuelling her now.
She focused her eyes on him. his lips were moving. He was talking to
her, but she couldn't hear him all she could hear was the rush of blood
in her ears along with the rhythmic drumbeat of her heart. It was
beating faster than normal and seemed almost deafening in her head, but
it's monotonous melody was somewhat calming to her. She sighed as he
finally closed his mouth and smiled at her.
"Well?" he asked cheerfully, "What do you think?"
She frowned at him, her patience was wearing thin, she shook her head
and closed her eyes.
"I don't know," she muttered.
"It's just a weekend," he said excitedly, "Just Friday 'til Monday, I
think we deserve it, come on say yes it'll be fun."
She opened he eyes and considered him for a second.
"I don't think I'll be here this weekend," she said almost
smiling.
"Why where are you going?"
She didn't answer him, instead she fingered the leftover sandwich that
sat hardening on her plate.
She sighed.
"Are you done?" she asked looking across at his empty plate.
He glanced down at it.
"Um yeah, yeah I'm done."
"Good, I gotta go, see you later." She stood up and move to leave
before he tried to kiss her, then paused and turned back.
"I'll see you tonight then right?"
He smiled, "Of course."
She returned the smile with no effort this time and nodding she turned
and walked away.

She looked at her watch.
8.15pm
He'd be here soon.
She was fidgeting and she knew it but for some reason she couldn't keep
her hands still, if she didn't keep using them they would become
clenched fists, fists so tight that her nails would draw blood from her
hands. She looked down at her hands then and saw the little half moons
in her palms.
"Look what he's doing to me," she muttered to her self as she looked
cautiously at the door.
She had acted it out in her head non stop since lunch, he would walk in
she would stand by the door and when he was in place she would release
the rope. It would take a few seconds for it to fall but when it did
there was no turning back and then finally she'd be free of him
forever.
There was that smile again but for a second it seemed to falter, but
she didn't have time to think about it as she heard a car pulling into
the drive.
The knock on the door seemed as loud as a cannons blast and she jumped
as if she had not expected it. She turned and walked slowly towards it,
her hand trembled as she reached out to turn the lock. Then taking a
deep breath she opened the door and let him in.

The Witness:
He walked in, full of his usual pleasantries, she endured his touchy
feely greeting and then stood by the door as he walked further into the
room. Her hand slowly moved away from her, concealed by the door itself
as she watched him moving closer and closer to the mark. He was
rambling as usual about his day and his boss. He was so consumed with
himself, with his own little world, she didn't think he would see it
even if he were looking straight up at it.
Her fingers found the rough surface of the rope, just one pull and it
would be over. She gripped it so tightly it hurt her hand.
[Pull it] the voice in her head shouted, [Pull it and let it go]
She glanced at her free hand, at the nail marks embedded in her
skin.
[He made you do that to yourself] the voice pressed [He deserves this,
you know he does]
She looked back at him. He was turned towards her still talking, still
unaware of anything but himself.
[HE'S CHEATING ON YOU FOR CHISTS SAKE]
She stared at him and her hand, feeling wholly separate from the rest
of her, gave the rope a gentle pull and suddenly the world
slowed.
She let her hand fall back to her side as her eyes moved slowly
upwards. It was moving, it was falling. She had done it. She had
finally done.
[You know he deserves it] the voice commended her.
'Death' she thought, 'he is going to die'
Her eyes fell to him, he was still talking, his hands were moving
wildly around him and he was laughing.
She used to love his laugh.
She found herself smiling at the remembrance. Then her eyes rose again
as it continued to fall.
'He was going to die' she thought again, 'she was going to watch him
die'
[He deserves it] the voce said again.
"Does he really?" she heard herself say.
He had stopped talking and was looking at her strangely.
Suddenly she was shaking her head.
"What am I doing?" she said as she took a step forward, the world
continued to move at half it's usual speed as she suddenly rushed
towards, reaching him as it loomed above them.
She planted her hands in his broad chest and pushed with all her might,
he looked down at her in alarm then fell backwards, hitting the ground
and sliding across it.

The Victim:
She stared at him as he looked up at her, then suddenly there was
pain. Blinding pain. That blurred her vision and sent her tumbling to
the ground. She knew nothing, only the pain as it consumed her
completely. Somewhere far off she though she could hear him, was he
crying?
[You deserved that] the voice said as everything faded to black.