Short Stories

I want to write angsty but I think I wrote gore

Yes, this is a made-up story if you're wondering.

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I sat on the counter eating an orange. I heard the door creak open. A bloody corpse was dragged into the kitchen, the bloody corpse had a knife stabbed in it. It was my roommate's name labeled on the bloody knife. I could barely make out the face of the corpse. It was my sister. I looked up to the one who was dragging it into the kitchen. It was my roommate. My roommate was bloody but without a scratch. I jumped off the counter and grabbed her by the collar. 

"What did you do." I was already crying.

She was silent, she seemed speechless with surprise. 

"You killed my sister." I threw her at the wall. 

I saw blood spill down onto the floor from her back. That was even more proof that she killed her. Her name was on the knife and she had wounds on her back. My sister wouldn't accept death that easily.

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Thats all I want to write rn