Blood scattered the walls.
Three bodies laid on the title floor.
The curly haired one was faced down.
The mustached one stared at the ceiling.
The brown haired one laid on its side.
The black haired one stepped through the door, soon wrapping a palm around his mouth.
Holding back a scream, the first thing he muttered was,
"Jesus Christ..."
Unknowing of what to do, tears peeling down his cheeks, the black haired man ran to the bathroom to calm down.
This was too much to handle. His friends were dead. And they were never coming back.
The thought of this made the black haired man sob 30 minutes straight.
He threw up a few times as well.
On the floor and curled up into the ball, he wobbled onto his feet.
Staring at the sink, he muttered wearily,
"Who did this...?"
He sighed, peering up into the mirror towards his reflection.
The black haired man only stared, few blinks occurring.
That's when his lips curled into a smile.
"Oh yeah."
He reminded himself.
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"It was me."
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