I should have known it was a bad idea, but that didn't stop me. I attempted to scrub the blood of of my hands and to delete the memory out of my mind. I didn't mean to stab that man. He came running behind me and violently put his hands over my mouth. I panicked. I reached in my pocket and pulled out my pocket knife that I carry in case of an emergency. I stuck it in his side and he let me go. A scream of pain escaped his lips as he knelt to the concrete ground. I ran as far away as I could, without looking back. I made it to my apartment about 2 miles away. I slammed the door shut, locked it, and shut the curtains to the window looking outside. It will only be a metter of time before the police come kocking on my door. Will I be able to say it was for self defefnse reasons and get off easy? Or will I be arrested for trying to protect myself from possible danger. Either way, I know the memory of tis night will be forever engraved in my brain. I have to just learn to live with the guilt. I won't let the memories and the flashbacks lead me the same fate I gave that man. Explanation:
In Amy Tan's "Rules of the Game," the mood is preeminently one of tension. This tension is caused not by suspense or secrecy but by the conflict (generally unspoken) between Waverly and her mother.
