T.W. knife,blood,murder
Blood. Tears. Mixing on my face. Staining it. His blood. The memories are rushing back. They flash in my head.I hear sirens in the distance. I shake away the thoughts. I must flee. Must run. I stagger away from the body and stumble away. A coward. I was a coward. I was a fool. I dropped the knife, I realise.A trickle of blood-tainted tears falls into my mouth. It tastes salty, metallic...nice... I suddenly feel sick. What am I becoming? I,again, shake my head; dispelling these thoughts."You had to do it," I lecture myself. I must sleep.In the morning everything will be clear... Right?
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