She whimpered as the silver blade loosened it's grip in her stomach. Red liquid puddled, slowly around her, as she tightened her grip on the handle. 'What happened?' I thought. I slid my wet hands to the back of my neck. I felt a sticky, warm, substance drip across my back as I realized what I'd done. It was me. I killed Miranda.
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Me, Myself and I.
Mystery / ThrillerDamon has Multiple Personalities Disorder, in a split second he can be a completely different person. When he finds a girl from his school dead before his eyes, he must uncover why, and how it happened, before it's too late.
