WARNING! This chapter contains blood and a dead body. You are warned!
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Blood.
Endless amount of blood fills my vision. It fills all the cracks on the wooden floor, it creates indescribable patterns on the ugly yellow wallpaper. Blood covers my white shoes, my ripped jeans and my overly expensive leather jacket. Blood is on my trembling hands, under my nails, even on the blunt kitchen knife that sits tightly between my fingers.
Between all the mess a bloody bundle lays on the floor. It's curled in a weird angle, matted hair is stained dark black, white dress acts as a canvas, where someone has painted red flowers on it. Sickly white hands reach out to me from the puddle, as if they were trying to beg me to save the life in front of me. Lifeless eyes stare deep into my soul, knowing that this is the end. The woman stops twitching and the body goes limp.
The scent of iron is close to unbearable, however I don't mind it. The door opens, but I don't bother to look, already knowing who it is.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" Screams the elderly lady who runs to the puddle, not caring about her fancy clothes. A necklace with a cross pendant hangs on top of her beautiful blue dress. She screams it in pain, as she realizes that the girl is in fact dead.
I keep my eyes on the body, as I ask numbly: "Which is more important, dead or alive?"
The woman turns her head to me, the room becomes eerilt quiet, as her glossy cold eyes stare me down. I walk to the kitchen counter and sit myself down on the barstool. I lay the bloody knife on the counter and pour myself some old whiskey, I sip the bitter alcohol and swirl it around my mouth.
"Dead or alive?" I repeat my question with no emotion.
She barely moves as she hisses with so much anger and hate: "Dead!"
"Very well." I nod with understanding and lay my glass down. I pull out my old Nokia and dial 911. It rings for a moment or two and a man answers: "911, what's your emergency?"
"Hi, my name is Kat Davieson and I just murdered my younger sister."
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It's time to start a new storyline. If you have read my previous work, then you know that I have a dendency to not complete them. I have no excuses. It's difficult for me to write a story, that doesn't offer me intellectual plasure. THIS story is different and I will complete it and make it the best one I've ever written. I'm much older than before and I have grown so much as a person and author.
I hope you enjoy the fresh mindset and tag along.
-Trashypsycho 🖤
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