Covert

The sirens of an ambulance were wailing. The rushing of people in and out of the house was loud. People were trying to talk to me. Questioning me. My ears were ringing.

But I couldn't focus on anything. Just my hands. The blood on them. Not mine. Just that.

I caught a glimpse of the body being dragged away on a stretcher. The white stretcher so strikingly in contrast with the dark red.

Someone tried to talk to me. A doctor.

Then everything went black and I fell into darkness.

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The past is not something you can escape so easily.