SPILL {Mystery Story}

Chapter 2

Nightmares. The worst nightmares ever haunted me through the whole night.

I dreamt I was the body and I was watching myself run away, as I prayed for help on the floor. Next I came alive and became my real self, then the body came alive and started chasing me, till I fell off a cliff that came from nowhere. And finally, the worst nightmare of all, the police thought I was the murderer, and sent me to prison, then I noticed my hands were covered in blood as I sat in solitude in my cell. I screamed, and woke up screaming myself.

How can I live like this? How can I wake up every day knowing I had seen a real murder happen, and I didn't help. I couldn't help.

The next morning the police arrived at my house, and started questioning me for hours. Every question was the same. It all sounded, to me, like why couldn't you have saved the victim?

It's not fair. It's not like I wanted to be involved in a real murder.