Chapter One

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"Good God man! Let go of the knife!"

"That's the last normal memory I have left. My friends had convinced me to go to a party with them. When we arrived I realized that I had no idea who was hosting the party or even where we were, but it was little late to start asking questions. I had never been to party before, see I was what most would call a sheltered child. I was older now though, a college student should be able to make a decision without his parents consent... or I guess his friends can make those decisions. Anyway, I basically tried to stay as close to my friends as possible. Practically everyone in the house was drunk or high so I begged my closest friend, Thomas, if he would take me outside. And he said...

"Geez.., coop why you so UptiGht?" He was drunk.

I gave him my "look" and he rolled his eyes, threw back a shot, and pulled me by the arm to the back. When we approached the back door, it was crowded with people who we tried to shove through, but one guy just wouldn't budge. We was a huge dude and he was severely intoxicated.

Thomas asked to go outside but this guy just refused. He didn't want anyone leaving. Thomas tried to shove through anyway and that's when "the guy" grabbed a knife out of nowhere! my memory is a bit fuzzy after this but I'll try to continue. So the guy started pointing the knife at us taunting us with it. Within seconds Thomas had been poked by the knife and he was furious. I was trying to calm everyone down meanwhile I was losing it as well. Then... um, oh right. I laid my hands on "the guy". Really it was just one hand because my other hand was on Thomas. So "the guy" stopped, looked at me almost shocked,...and stabbed me. I think. Actually he swung the knife towards my gut and I grabbed the blade. All of the noise went silent even Thomas froze... but I looked dead into "the guys" eyes.....and smiled. The last thing I remember is Thomas yelling at me and then I--I blacked out."

"Cooper, "the guy" that you spoke of, was named Scott Casterfield, and you murdered him.

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Sooooo, I'm not quite sure where this is going but I had an Idea so I wrote it down. I hope you enjoy and because the chapters are so short, I will be updating very very soon. :)

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