BlackWhite Coat.

She absolutely despised the coat he was wearing.

It was nothing special, just an unusually black coat and she loathed it. Nothing was able to stain the thing and it unnerved her. She wasn't sure why though. She just knew she had to do something about it.

Her chance came on a  cloudy Friday afternoon. She was worried, that he would show up with something else instead, but he appeared exactly at quarter to eight, wearing the coat rather neatly. She was so pleased she couldn't stop smiling until they had reached the school.

They were walking home together, through a nice park they both were fond of and which didn't stray too much from their way home. The stroll passed as usually, with the two of them discussing various things and generally chatting about life, the only thing that perhaps would have given away her plan was that she was eyeing the coat more often than usually.

"Well, that's the spot. See you," He said when they had reached the gates of the park, the spot they usually parted at. It seemed he was hesitant about leaving, as if he had something to say, but he turned away, probably deciding to leave it for tomorrow.

She tapped him lightly on the shoulder and he spun around. Before he could react, she jabbed the knife into his body.

"Goodbye," she whispered with the most sincere smile on her face. She saw something flash in his eyes, but she had no idea what it was. It was an emotion unknown to her.

She expected him to scream, but he didn't. Instead, he collapsed on the ground, making it easier for her to strike. So before he could start, she pulled her knife out with great force and slit the throat with all she had. She jammed the knife ruthlessly into his windpipe.

When she tried to retract it, it got stuck for a moment, but she simply crushed part of his neck with a well aimed kick. By now, his desperate attempts to get her away from him had faded into mere occasional twitches. So she focused on finding the parts of his body which would cause a huge blood bath.

Several hours later, she returned to her apartment, the black, now finally stained coat on her arms, her own white coat covered in dark red blotches, which once used to be fresh, crimson red blood. She washed both of them and hanged them to dry.

Later on, she fixed the rips she had created into the coat and then hanged it nicely on the coat rack, the coat now black with a reddish undertone.

She never hated black coats again.

Everyone liked the pink colour her own coat had taken on and were all very curious to find out how she had managed to get such an interesting shade with colour dyes.