Clutching the phone tightly tears streamed down the boy's face as red and blue lights reflected against his pupils. He watched as the police ran to him and he replied with a lie that had been twisted and turned until it became his truth; until it became a part of him.
It had been his survival, this phase in life. It was the only thing that had saved him from death and for that, he'd be forever grateful. Looking up he watched the figures that belonged to the police run inside the house, two gunshots were fired, and at the end, a man wearing black emerged from the building held by two policemen.
Protests were ignored and the man was forced inside the car as the boy watched. A hand was placed on his back, one comforting him, whispering words of kindness. He looked up, met the eyes of the person, and knew he was safe.
Knew he'd won.
Because no one noticed the knife hidden in his sleeve.
No one questioned the blood on his hands.
No one caught the true murderer.
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