Written: 8/28/24
This one is very short. My creative writing teacher gave us things we could write about and chose to write a story based on the line "I didn't mean to kill her". There's really no plot or point to this one, but I hope you enjoy it.
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I didn't mean to kill her.
She wasn't even supposed to be here. I told her to stay away. To stay home. She didn't listen. And now her blood is on my hands.
I gasp, air forcing its way into my lungs harshly. My body trembles. I can't breathe. I don't know what's going on. My arms feel numb, everything is muted. It's too much, yet not enough. I try to force myself to breathe, and only succeed in making myself panic. The air in my lungs feels toxic.
Slowly, minutes, maybe even hours go by, and I begin to feel myself calming. I can hear what's happening around me, the steady drip drip drip of her blood fills the air.
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Told you it was short. It's not much but I don't think that it's that bad.
- Val
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