I woke up to my alarm clock ringing loudly, I groan a bit as my dog, named Fluff, a cute little tan pomeranian jumps onto my bed and starts barking. I jump to my feet and look at fluff
"Do you need to go out?" I say playfully. She runs out of my room and to the back door. I slide the glass door open and she runs out. I had a day old messy bun in my hair flipping and flopping as I walked. I was in a stitch onesie that was "that-one-awkward-shade-of-blue-that-is-so-bright-it-hurts-your-eyes" kind of blue. I walked into my room and plopped on my bed, I turned around and slid my drawers open and changed into some blue ripped jeans and an olive sweatshirt saying "lazy" I took my hair out of the "bun" and gathered it up with a brush, I tied it into a loose ponytail and threw on a baseball hat to cover the mess. I slide the ponytail through the opening on the back of the hat. I throw on uggs from my closet and grab my keys and slide out the door. I usually take walks in the morning since i have a lot of sidewalks. Suddenly, I fell to my feet and blacked out, then when I opened my eyes, a knife was in my hand and a man was laying on the sidewalk. He was covered in blood. I hear sirens sound loudly and red and blue lights flashed, a cop comes up to me and says "FREEZE, DROP YOUR WEAPON" I dropped the knife and said
"I didn't do anything-it wasn't me, I swear"
The police in the car laugh loudly.
"A-Everything just went black-I just-I don't know-Everyone thinks i'm crazy-I-Please help!"I stumbled words out of my mouth and couldn't figure out what happened.
"It seems to me according to THIS-" he stops and holds up a security camera
"That you in fact did do it"
I watched the video, and "I", if you even want to call her that, killing someone. My heart beat faster and faster. I didn't even know what just happened. I blacked out. This has never happened before. The police looked at me and his gaze captured the back of my head and slipped handcuffs over my hands.
"You have the right to remain silent, you just committed second degree murder" as he slipped me into the back of the car and pushed my head down.
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Not Me;
Mystery / ThrillerAs far as Danielle knew, she was a normal 15 year old, but that was all going to change. When Danielle was 8, her Dad was very abusive. But one day, her father took it too far and sent Danielle to the emergency room. She had bruises everywhere and w...
