I don't remember much from that day, nothing really filled in my timeline until I was in the car, and then that building after I yelled everything went black and now, he's dead.
The crimson blood reflected the moonlight through the shattered window, reminding me of what I'd done. This here is why they called me crazy, but, but it was his fault. He yelled at me I don't fucking like shouting. I'm not sure where I am anymore. I backed up towards the cracked wall, slid down and hugged my legs tight to my torso. My red hands left prints on my jeans.
When I woke up, I heard cars engines running outside, I lifted my head to see three police cars parking out front. I picked myself up and ran for the window. I dived out and crushed my shoulder upon landing. I felt the bones in my body fucking splintering upon impact. Bullets drifted over my head and thudded into the dirt around me. Clumps of dirt and bugs flew up into my face. I kicked up of the floor and noticed a gun a few feet away. I flung myself through the hail of bullets, wildly grabbed at the ground, rolled and ran into the tree line. Bullets zoomed past my ears and slammed into trees only a mear few feet from my face. I ducked my head and shielded it with my arms and continued to sprint, this time further into a bush full of tall roses. The red stood out against all other colours, the beautiful pain. Everyone comes to you because you are beautiful but you hide away you are thorny. You trap people, and cut them when they want to escape. The rose shattered into hundreds of petals and I returned to our world once again.
I had broken the line of bushes and now the bullets were no longer coming by, I heard the sirens start again so I walked further into the trees that outstretched their hands like a skeletal figure. I felt a warm feeling in my lower abdomen, I moved my free hand down to the spot expecting a smaller cut from the rose bush, but liquid trickled through my fingers. My knees slumped under the weight of my body, I propped myself against a tree and shut my eyes.
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Paranormal\/-----This book deals with mild under-lying themes of mental disorders and murder-----\/ The story revolves around a boy who lives both in the real world and in fantasy. The book will be a work in progress for a while but I hope you enjoy. Bedoobi...
