What have I done?

I didn't turn on any lights, careful to not step or stumble on my way. I directed myself towards the kitchen. A figure was leaning into the counter, back to me. The table lamp I had kept on the shelf in the living room rested on the counter. He.. yes from the dim light of the lamp I could make that out, his broad shoulder and his overall look gave it away. 

‘Is he washing something? What was that?’ I asked myself. Blood? 

Breath caught in my lungs.

I once again confirmed my grip on the handle and slowly moved toward him. I definitely did not want any excuses from anyone who had entered my house at this hour. 

I raised the handle and crashed it down onto the person’s head. 

Bang.<