The Sinner

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I could feel my hands twisting around something hard.

It was a feeling I've felt before.

An unwelcome one too.

My eyes seem to snap into focus, and I realize it was a gun. One that I've held before. Small and heavy, but all black. A shaky breath leaves my lips, letting the gun hit the ground below me. I didn't wanna hold it. I didn't want to go anywhere near that thing.

How did I get here?

Shoes drag against the pavement ahead, making a shuffling noise. And when I look up it was Renfield who walking in.

My stomach drops, to the point where I felt like I was going to throw up. Something heavy was in my hand again, the same sickening feeling grows.

The gun.

"Miss me?" He taunts with a laugh. "I'm still here Corrine. And I always will be."

This can't be happening right now.

"No," I say out loud. "Get away from me."

"Killer," Renfield speaks out. "You're a killer Corrine."

"I didn't mean to!" I shout at him. "Stay away from me!"

"Cold. Blooded. Killer."

"Please stop! I didn't mean to!" I shout, my voice shaking as my throat screamed in pain. "I was doing it because you were going to kill Rafe first!"

"Yeah? Is that what he told you?"

"No, it's what I saw with my own eyes."

"You're just like him," Renfield says, pointing to something behind me.

I feel a hand on my waist, again, an all too familiar feeling. I could tell it was him just by the way he gripped me. He tucks some hair away from the side of my face. His hot breath spreading goosebumps across my skin, the hair on the back of my neck standing up.

"Kill him," Rafe whispers in my ear.

"No," I say, fighting back tears.

"Kill him baby," He whispers, his grip around me tightening. "It's what you do best."

I sat up quickly. A gasp leaving my mouth as I do so.

It was just a dream.

I was damp from sweat, and completely out of breath. I rake a hand through my hair, completely overwhelmed from whatever the hell that was. Sarah was sitting in front of me, squatting down so that she could touch my knee. She had a concerning look on her face.

"Cory," She says softly and in a comforting tone, "You okay?"

"Yeah," I breathe out. "Bad dream."

I was certainly not okay. I felt very shaken up over from this. Not only have I barely thought about Rafe. But I've also barely thought about the fact that I killed someone. I tried to push it out the moment that it happened. And for a while, it worked. It worked really well because I was too caught up in trying to please Rafe. Especially because he was reassuring me that it was self defense.

But now that Rafe's gone, I have no one to please. And reality is catching up to me again.

Renfield was right, I am a cold blooded killer.

"You wanna talk about it?" Sarah asks, her eyes never leaving my face. "You look really freaked out."

I did want to talk about it. But how do I tell her I killed someone?