Screams of terror rose up over the quaint countryside. Earth bathed in a blood red, commemorations of those lost bestowed among its population. Tragedy hailing over the safe haven this place once was.
The world was in mourning, grieving over an event that shouldn't have happened. A failed plan, something that was supposed to be so right, that turned out so wrong.
He hadn't meant for everything to turn out like this, but it did. And that was what scared him the most. How capable he was to create such monsters. How easy it was to dismiss, to deny. Who else held such power?
The guilt suffocated him, forcing that knife into his hand. It felt so right, sitting there. He wanted numbness, nothing. The pain was unwavering, everything a consistent reminder of every half-crime he'd ever committed. The clock on his wall ticked, taunting him. He needed a way out. He'd gone in far too deep.
He lay to rest on the cool linoleum floor, crimson coating what once sparkled a smooth pristine white. His heartbeat slowed until he was a lifeless man, drowning in the debts of his own sorrow.
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Mystery / ThrillerWhat would you do if you were one of the only people to remember someone? After witnessing the murder of their ex-classmate Markus Raz one night, Hazel Blackwell and her friends start to notice something strange. Nobody seems to know he died that n...
