June 28th, Westminster, London, 12:33 AM

June 28th, Westminster, London, 12:33 AM

I've thought to myself many times, just give up. Just give up, Jess. Give up and go home. That's what everyone else would do. No one expects you to be brave. But I'm not everyone else, am I? I knew if I could just dig deep enough I could fight back. I wasn't going going to back down. My last breath couldn't prevent me from carrying out his execution.

The clouds enveloped Trafalgar Square quickly and silently. Dark, heavy rain would soon consume us. The darkness loomed around us and a chill crept deep into my flesh. My heart pounded, but my eyes showed no signs of fear. I stood there, eyes narrowed with anger. He stared back at me, almost grinning. The expression on my face remained uninhibited.

"You know I could kill you, right here, right now. No one would notice," James said, wryly.

"Then do it," I replied, my heart beating even faster. James shifted, slightly taken aback.

"No, I think I'll make you writhe. Squirm a little It doesn't matter where you try to hide Jess. I'll find you. I might decide to slit your throat while you're sleeping in Nepal. Or maybe I'll gut you like a fish while you're strolling the streets of Madrid."

I tried to fight back the fear and glanced for a moment up at Admiral Nelson, watching us from above. My eyes fixated back on James and I said, "Right. Well don't flatter yourself. I'm not some dumb bitch that you can intimidate. You're the one who should watch his back." The wind had picked up and was now blowing my long chestnut hair into my face, but I ignored the strands as they disturbed my vision.

James moved swiftly and lunged toward me. Quickly, I plunged the long rigid blade of the black Bowie knife I had been concealing in my jacket, deep into his stomach. He fell to the ground and my hands were covered in his blood. I stepped back wondering if Lady McBeth herself had been so cold.

June's rain flooded the Square before I could catch my breath. I ran, as fast as I could possibly go, down the dark path, out of the Square. I knew I hadn't killed him and I think that is what terrified me the most. He'd be back and when he did come back, he'll kill me. So I ran, hailed a taxi and headed straight for Heathrow Airport.