Blood

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Surrounded by padded walls I find myself looking back at yesterday. I couldn't help but smile. I spent the day with my friend, getting high of our asses and taking.
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My friend turned to me suddenly and asked a question that caught me off guard. "What do you think the afterlife is like?"
After a moment of thinking I responded with this: "Well, I think it'd be interesting, seeing everyone that's died"
My first mistake was not leaving the second after they responded.."I want to go there! But I'm too scared to do it myself."
Incredibly concerned for my friend I answer with caution, "What...do you mean? You want to die..?.."
"Of course! It'd be like an adventure! Here I want you to take this and kill me!" They suddenly handed me small pocket knife and looked at me expectantly.
With a awkward chuckle, I take the knife and hold it. "Ha..ha...you're funny, surely you can't be serious!"
"I am though! I would never joke about this! Please...stab me."
Second mistake; not calling the police right then and there.
With shaking hands, I suddenly lunge towards them. Time seems to have slowed, and before I knew it..the blade was in their chest, piercing their lung.
My friend was bleeding from their mouth, gasping for air.
The blood, oh god the blood. It was warm and red and smelled so good. I pulled the blade out and repeatedly impaled them. I found myself getting desperate to be covered in their blood. I lost count of how much I stabbed them. I got lost in the sight and smell of the blood. Eventually my friend's breathing came to a stop but I kept going.
Once I had enough, my clothes were stained with the crimson fluid. I pulled the blade out and sucked on it, carefully so I wouldn't injure myself. Getting every last drop of blood that was on the knife.
I don't know how long I was there, hovering over their body but I was found by my friends mom.
Everything else was a blur. I remember cop sirens and a bumpy road.
I woke up to find myself in a padded cell with a straight jacket on.

I immediately started craving blood. And nothing can stop me from satisfying my craving,

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