MoonLight

Mental Tattoo

This wasn't like a TV show. It was real. Two bullets entered her skull, shattering my ear drums as the deafening sound echoed around the house. A deep chuckle racked my body with fear causing my heart to pound painfully in my chest. I had now confirmed this killer was in fact male. His arm frozen in place. Veins clearly popping out with all the adrenaline coursing through them. I narrowed my eyes attempting to see his hand clearer in the soft glow from the lamp.

I was making a clear image of his tattoo in my head. Honestly I was aiming to remember every little line and curve I could. Even though I wasn't quite sure what I would do with this information. I couldn't stop my mind from taking it all in. I leaned into the wooden structure of the door, trying to get a better view. I flinched back as my eyes were blinded for a second as the light bounced off his ring. A silver skull met my gaze, a cigar hanging out of it's mouth.

He bent down, but never moving his head into the light. He started patting her down quickly going through her pockets. I knew he was looking for something. A string of curse words left his mouth, obviously he didn't find it. He lifted his shirt up tucking the gun under his belt. Turning next to go through the draws. They were yanked open letting a violent screech out. Paper, pens and random pieces of jewellery were tossed to the ground sticking to her blood.

With a swift movement he knocked everything off the table in anger. A huge crash as the lamp broke into tiny pieces. Shards of glass from the lamp spread out across the floor, some digging into her chilling corpse. He breathed deeply trying to calm himself. His body continued to shake in rage, and I could only think of what would happen if he found me. I had never thought about dying at such a young age. Or in a strangers house for that matter.

But I definitely didn't think about being a witness to a murder...