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I Woke Up Covered In Blood. I Don't Think It's Mine.

I'm a homebody. I'd much rather stay home, watching movies than go out and party until I can barely speak coherently. It took a lot of convincing, but my best friend, Margo, dragged me to a party.

"It's gonna be fun" she insisted as we got out of her car. Rolling my eyes at her words, I followed reluctantly behind her up to the door. I felt this sense of dread. But, I didn't want to isolate myself any longer. I wanted to change, so I went inside with her. She instantly caught a lot of attention, because of how beautiful and outgoing she was. She radiated positivity, sunshine, and sex appeal.

Margo had left me after she was charmed by some 5'10" brunette girl with ocean blue eyes and tan skin in a dress that accentuated every single curve of her body. I couldn't blame Margo, but she had left me alone. I was slumped in the corner of a brown leather sectional, a few feet away from an overly hormonal couple who was ferociously making out. I scanned the party while taking sips of my drink. I sighed as I started getting more bored than ever. "hey, what's a girl as beautiful as you doing by herself?" I heard whispered in my ear in a raspy voice. I looked in the direction of the noise to see a beautiful man smiling at me. "I was abandoned" I said with a sad laugh. "I feel that" He replied, moving to sit next to me.

We hit it off, or so I thought. He started acting really sketchy as the night went on. Telling me stories of how he used to buy animals at pet stores just so he could kill them. Telling me about the kinds of guns he owned, the intrusive and murderous thoughts that ran through his head. It should have been a warning sign. But, I was desperate and, frankly, he was pretty cute. He played hockey at whatever college he went to, and that really got me. I should have left when I could have. Now, I was trapped.

"Follow me" He said after our twelfth shot of the night. I got up, stumbling behind him in my heels. We went to the backyard and I almost fainted at the sight. Two women hanging by their wrists on trees, covered in blood and begging for help. "what the fuck?" was all I could get out. "aren't they pretty? I caught them myself" He said with a sinister smile that sent chills down my spine. "what the fuck?" I couldn't help but repeat. After getting tired of their pleads for help, he took them both down. They were seemingly too weak to move, so they didn't run away. He went behind a bush and pulled out a gun. "time for some fun"

I woke up with a pounding headache and crippling nausea. I went to rub my temples but I felt something cold and wet on my hands. I squinted and looked at my hands. Blood. I quickly sat up, searching myself for any wounds, to no avail. "what the fuck?" I said quietly to myself. I looked down at my naked body, covered in blood. I looked over and saw the same boy from last night in the bed next to me. I threw my legs over the side of the bed to go to the bathroom and I stepped on something wet and squishy. I looked down and there they were.

The girls from last night. Their heads nearly off their bodies, and gaping wounds around their torsos. Their lips were blue and their skin was cold. Their muscles were stiff. This blood isn't mine, I thought. It's theirs.