MELTING IN HIS ARMS |JJK|

CHAPTER : 2

I went to reception asking them spare key, and opened my room with that key. When I entered in my room, it was pitch-dark, I was not able to see anything as the lights were off. I didn't want to turn the lights on so I just flopped on my bed.

I was exhausted and sleepy at the same time, that without even changing my clothes I laid on the soft mattress, closing my drooping eyes. As I threw my arm on the other side of bed just to relax myself a little bit more, my hand touched something.

I felt like someone is lying beside me.

At first, I didn't pay much attention to it, but, as I was moving my hand, my fingers brushed over something cold yet soft, my breath hitched at that moment.

I instantly stood up, and turned the lights on. As I turned back, I was horrified to see the most disgusting sight.

A man in his late 50s was lying on my bed covered with blood and a knife was sticking out of his chest. His eyes were open and looking at the ceiling. His wrinkled face and greyish hair were drenched in blood.

At that moment, I wanted to shout, I wanted to run but, it felt like someone has caged me and I was not able to move at all. My breath got uneven and my body started getting cold. I was in utter shock.

Who is that man?

What was he doing in my room?

How did he get here?

And most importantly

Who stabbed him?

Such thoughts started running in my head.

Somehow I got courage, as I started moving in his direction, to check if he is alive or not. I run my hand in my hair, which were now wet due to cold sweat on my body, I stood beside him.

"sir!" I said shaking his body

Now I got panicked

"Fuck, he's not even moving, i..is he dead?" by now my throat was completely dry and I can feel some thorns inside my throat.

I starting shaking his body, harshly, in the hope he might get up

maybe it's a prank, I thought.

I was not in my senses and without even realizing I dragged the knife out of his chest. As soon as, the knife completely pulled off, more blood oozed out of his chest and fell on my neck. It is when, I started shouting, shouting like a maniac.

I sat down on the floor, which was now a pool of blood, panicked, screaming, at the same time harshly scrubbing the skin to get rid of that blood, but it did nothing good as my skin began to rip off due to the excessive force, I was applying.

Soon, the door of my room flung open, revealing a number of individuals. They all were shocked too. A young man from one of them came near me and shouted

"YOU KILLED HIM"

I immediately stood up, shaking my head in denial while crying " no .. no.. you are getting it wrong"

Then other man cut me off "yeah it's you, you are holding a knife"

It was the moment when I realized, I fucked up, I shouldn't have touched him, I shouldn't have taken the knife out of his body. I instantly threw the knife and stepped forward to convince them that I didn't do anything, but before I could say anything, they backed off, and I heard someone saying

"I'll call the police"

{hey, i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, i just wanted to say... this is my first time writing a crime scene, and i have put my efforts in writing it, if you guys liked it so please share this.

also tell me what kind of ending you are hoping for

P.S - there might be some grammatical mistakes in this story as english is not my first language.}