Writing Prompt Miniatures

One

She stared at her bloodstained hands as she backed away from his body. 

"I'm sorry," She whispered, silent tears running down her cheek. "I'm so sorry." 

Her knees gave out and she hit the floor with a sickening thud, instantly soaking her legs with blood, still warm. 

"Jamie?" Her eyes were wide with desperation. "Jamie, it's not a joke anymore, get up." But the body didn't stir, just kept bleeding silently from the gaping wounds covering his semi-naked body. 

The knife lay beside him; the once silver blade was now tinged metallic red. Jamie's eyes were open piercing the air above him, where just 5 minutes ago she had been stood with a sultry smile upon her lipstick-heavy lips.

"Oh my god, what have I done? What have I done?!" She dropped her head into bloodied hands and rocked, back and forth, back and forth. Wishing she would wake up, wishing Jamie would wake up, yell lol I got you, and make it all better.  

But if this was just a nightmare, she wasn't getting out that easily. She pulled her hair hard, and screamed. Wake up, wake up, wake up, she told herself. But when she lifted her head the only thing that had changed was that her face was now damp with blood and tears. 

He's bleeding, she realised, with a jolt. She'd noticed, but her mind hadn't registered the weight of the situation. 

Suddenly, the adrenaline kicked in.  She ripped off her jacket and pulled herself through the blood pool to the body. Up close, she could see the lipstick smeared from her lips to his. It made her sick. 

She gagged and spat bitter-tasting bile into the blood around her, which only made her more nauseous. She battled through the sudden dizziness and reached for Jamie. 

His skin still held a little clammy warmth when she pushed the jacket over the biggest slashes in his bare torso and neck. She pressed her hand to his bloodied neck, feeling ugently for a flutter of a pulse beneathh his skin.

But there was nothing. 

"No!" She screamed, the pleading in her voice tearing her throat. 

The air thickened, and it was difficult to breathe. What do I do, what do I do?! Her mind was fuzzy, almost as though she was the one lying in a pool of pints of her own blood.

But she wasn't. It was Jamie.

And it was all her fault.

Before she could register what she was doing, she was grabbing the blood-slick knife and sitting back upright, no longer pressing the jacket to his wounds.

Maybe she realised it was hopeless, or maybe something inside of her had broken to the point where she no longer cared, but either way, the blood resumed the gradual trickle of death out of the body.

Slowly, in an almost trance-like state, she reached into her jeans pocket and pulled out the phone.

She typed in the number she knew by-heart, and yet had never used before - nor ever wished to.

9... 9... 9.

"Hello, I'd like to report a crime." The grief-stricken girl gave an address numbly. There was a pause from the croaky monotone voice, allowing the silence to slip back in.

"I just killed someone," She whispered in a measured tone. "He isn't breathing. There's no pulse."

An agitated voice replied, but she didn't listen. It didn't matter now. Jamie couldn't be saved, she knew that much.

She went to hang up but stopped, and brought her chapped lips back to the speaker, "There will be two bodies." Then the line cut dead.

And when police and paramedics arrived no more than 5 minutes later, that is exactly what they found.

Two bodies: a girl and a boy lay beside one another in pools of metallic blood and salted tears. One weeping blood from a multitude of stab wounds littered across a bare torso, and the other with life only just fading as the crimson flowed from deep slashes in the wrists - and one straight across the neck.

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A/N

Wow, okay, that took a dark turn. I was free-writing, which is always fun (for me at least) although it often turns pretty disturbing.

I didn't say why 'she' stabbed Jamie, but I kind of like the mystery (plus, I have no idea why she would do lol), but if it's too confusing then I'll add something in.

I haven't written miniatures before, and I rarely use past tense/third person, so it's always good to get done practise in there. Anyhow, because of this, if I've randomly swapped tenses or POVs then please let me know!

Well, as always please vote, and comment your opinions or criticism to help me be a better person (okay, mainly just a better author, but if you have any points on being a good person, they'd be great too). Anyhow, happy reading!