The room was dark as blood started to pour from my hand, I was terrified yet happy because I had finally did it I had finally killed him. Then I woke up and noticed that it was only another dream just another figure of my imagination again. When would the day finally come when I would have enough guts to just walk into his room and just slit his throat and watch his blood gooey red blood just pour down onto my hands and I would laugh a terribly good laugh. But I knew I couldn't because what would I ever do with myself if I had put my baby brother in danger in the process, I couldn't I wouldn't but it was already too late... and then my Red Katana sword was through his throat.
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The Killing
RandomThis is a story about a young girl named Angel who's brother goes missing by a man that she thought she killed.
