A Tale of Letting Go

Chapter Five

Chapter Five~ Shower Thought

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The blood dripped off of my hands and down the drain. I don't remember how this happened. How the hell did I get blood on my hands? I think, then I remember I just murdered someone.

But now I can reassure myself. I may have red stained hands but that doesn't mean Im a murderer.

That may confuse you now, but let me explain.

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As I stared at my hands thinking the same word, murderer, over and over, I heard a guttural scream.

I was startled, no one was here but me, Me and the body I thought.

I had heard rumors that there was a man that would never die, but I never thought he was real, so long be my victim.

I exited the bathroom, grabbing a towel on my way out, to see the dead man sitting up on my bed.

The bullet I had shoved into his skull was no longer there, just a trickle of dried blood hinting that there was ever a wound.

The white shirt he had on under a hideous coat, was stained red. I must have shot him twice. In total I had shot three bullets out of the barrel. One hitting his stomach, one hitting his head, and the first shot missing.

There is a story about why I shot this poor man. Not that its a good one.

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I heard a noise downstairs. Thats never good.

Getting out of bed, I went to my book case. In one of the books was a gun.

Running downstairs, I shot at the first thing I saw moving, it just happened to be the man, alive, who is now on my bed.

Three shots rang out. One Hit the mans stomach, another hit a vase in the kitchen, I had no idea where the third bullet went.