Skeptical Thought

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Might be, he would’ve drove faster than he did. By thinking about that I looked in to my mirror, a small red drop on my left hand's wrist. But that don’t seemed to be painful. And it looks like a small wound and that too without my knowledge.

Today I haven’t fell or hit over something but how? Is that him, who was sitting on my left side. R? OH NO. That’s crazy. Why would he do me, like this. I don’t even touched him then how?! This thought crawled me inside again and again. I walked to my room with this thought. And they finally stopped me at a point.

‘IS HE A BLOOD DRINKING MONSTER?’

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