I wake up drenched in blood. I gasp as I get up, then scream as I see my cousin lying on the ground with his neck torn open. I can suddenly remember the violence that brought him death. The blood on my hands was his. Memories from the last week flood my mind and I scream again.
What have I done?
YOU ARE READING
Can You Not?
HorrorWhy are you being so loud? This is a library, lower your voices. I'm trying to focus. CAN'T YOU BE QUIET?
