We managed to escape. That’s all I really remember of that night after I had killed that man. That and I was taken to the hospital to be treated of my injuries and shock.
It’s been two days and the boys are still paranoid that the cops will bust down our door and take us to jail. There were so many signs that pointed to us, the cameras being the main concern. I don’t really care, I deserve to rot in jail.
I killed a man, I still shudder at the thought.
I don’t eat or sleep. When I do its measly bites of food that the boys practically have to shove down my throat. When I manage to fall asleep out of pure exhaustion I wake up due to the nightmares that come everytime I close my eyes. The dead mans face swims in my mind constantly.
I know the boys are worried, Harry especially. He rarely leaves my side and I barely leave the bed so he stays with me.
It’s my fault and my fault only that I am the way I am right now.
It’s all about the choices we make.
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