[ WP ] Turn some mundane action into a legend of great ambitions and action of selfness redemption .

The snap is audible to those around me. Everyone pretends it does n't matter; it never actually happened. But I stare in horror before me. The jagged ending as the tip fell away from the rest of the unit, never again to be whole. It's almost as if I can feel the agony I caused myself. I have to amend for the damage I've done, or forever be branded a monster by those around me. 
 
 I peek around the corner of my cubicle to the copy room. No one in sight. I have a straight shot if I move quickly, and no one will know. Enough hesitation. I leap from my chair and sneak low, but swift on my feet. I hear someone say `` Hello?'' as if they sensed me, but I'm long gone before they can turn around. 
 
 I've made it. I look in my hand, and clench my fist. It's almost over. Only one more surge of pain, and all will be made well. I approach the table in front of me and lift my fist to chest level before bringing it down. The screeching begins. I can hear the vicious teeth ripping away. Almost. Almost. Done. I lift my first and look down, slowly opening my hand. The pencil looks better than it ever has before, as if I had never brutalized it. I've atoned for my sin. 
 
 I walk normally back to my cubicle, pride on my chest. As I sit down, I see the remains of my crime. The smudge still on the paper. And the broken tip still on the desk, never put to rest. I put my head in my hands and begin to weep.
