Chapter 6

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After seeing mother's limp body, I kept drifting in and out of consciousness, every time I came back I was somewhere new. I have no memory of how I got there. I now find myself on a roof, there is one person here, they are looking over the edge, talking to their phone. People are always so dependent on their phones now, I hate it. 

I want to know what will happen if I push her off. But I cant, I now know how their family will feel knowing that their relative has died. "Do it. C'mon, you know you want to." He's lying to me, I know he is, but I mean, he is right. I do want to, I cant though. 

"Just do it, what do they even mean to you?" He tells me over and over again, it's echoing in my mind. Again he's right, they mean nothing to me, I don't know them, why would I care if they're gone? That's right. I wouldn't.

I walk up behind them; she's pretty. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, smooth skin. This makes me envy her. I wanted to be like that. She turns around and notices me looking at her "Can I help you?" She looks confused, I mean, why wouldn't she, she's turned around to see a random girl staring at her. I don't respond. I make my way towards her. My hands grab her shoulders as I hurled her over the edge and watched as she lowered to the ground. I saw the blood, heard the crash.

I enjoyed it. "Well done." He praised me.

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