dusk

DESOLATION

cowering in the corner of the white room, fear crept into the core like a prey watching its predator. it's the worst kind of fear, slowly to anticipate. i hear shoes, creaking against the retched floorboard, and then, as if my brain is denying its existence, i crawled on four towards the sinister noise. i had a death wish. eyes looking through the small seams of the transparent curtain, but there was nothing out of place. the dead man was still lying in his own pool of blood. the knife was still planted deep into his heart. his little sister was still on the floor crying her heart out. now, i am truly all alone, with his blood on my hands.

黄昏時