Mysteries

Prolouge

It was just a game.

A game we didn't intend on running from.

A game we didn't know would ruin our lives.

It was just an innocent game; at least, that's what we thought it was.

But when the trigger was pulled, everything had changed.

It wasn't a game.

No, it was much more than that.

It was a life changer, a life ruiner.

They all ran. All of them.

They left me in that same spot, tears continuously falling from my cheeks.

The gun had been a couple of feet away from the spot where his body laid.

Cold and lifeless.

His skin was a sickly gray color, his eyes closed shut.

His pulse was no where to be found.

The only color he had was the red pooling around his body, staining his dark cloths.

I couldn't do anything, I was useless.

Frozen in my spot, crying.

Pathetic.

Faint sirens grew louder and louder, the lights that seemed to spin surrounded the woods.

"I'm sorry."

I whispered, barely audible.

"Step away from the body with your hands up!"

A voice called out.

No. No, no, no. I didn't shoot him! I didn't do it!

It wasn't me.

My hands were cuffed behind my back as bloodshot eyes stared at my surroundings.

Everything seemed fuzzy.

I couldn't think, I could speak, I couldn't see.

Before I knew it everything went black......