"I need your help, Lisa."
I watched as his white shirt slowly turned crimson red. The redness moves rapidly from the center of his chest to the surrounding, like a drop of red ink that diffuses throughout a cup of clear liquid. I held the knife warily. It felt strangely comforted at first that I survived, but fear soon bubbled up my throat and I felt as if I was drowning and no one was there to catch me. Then, I stared into his eyes.
He looked confused and frightened, like a lost puppy.
"What have you done?"
What have I done? What have you made me do?
He shook his head, then a smile crept up his pale face.
He laughed with a hint of sympathy and accomplishment.
He took the gun and pointed the trigger to his temple and mouthed, thank you.
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Mystery / ThrillerHe looked confused and frightened, like a lost puppy. "What have you done?" What have I done? What did you make me do? He shook his head, then a smile crept up his pale face. He took the gun and pointed the trigger to his temple and mouthed, thank y...
