Screamed

I heard a scream. A very loud scream.

I turned around and saw bloods. All over the floor, the sofa, my shirt and my pants. My heart starts to beat faster. I looked at my feet, and tried to feel if it hurts. But it looks fine.

I looked at my hands and my eyes got wider. I’m holding a knife. Why am I holding a knife? My hands are also full of bloods. Why? A question starts to form in my mind.

Once again, I turned around and saw a girl lying behind me. Blood all over her body. Her eyes were open. Did I kill her? No, why would I kill someone I didn’t even know? But why am I holding the knife? And why am I full of blood?

I ran. I’m afraid someone might saw me holding the knife with a woman’s dead body lying behind me. I didn’t kill her! I told myself countless times. I know I didn’t.

I threw the knife. I washed my hands countless times because I can still feel the blood within my skin. I know I didn’t kill the woman. I know I didn’t. I can’t think of a reason why would I kill her. It’s no use, even if I dig my head I won’t find a reason why would I do that.

I walked quickly towards my room. Maybe it’s just my imagination, yeah, I am daydreaming. I’ll sleep and then this problem of mine’s gone.

I heard a scream. A very loud scream. Again.

I opened my eyes and hoped that it’s just a nightmare. A very scary and creepy nightmare. I turned around again and saw bloods all over. I’m nervous. It’s just my hallucination, hallucination. Right, a hallucination. Why would I kill someone? Not reasonable. Very unreasonable.

I looked at my hands, no bloods. I looked at my shirt and pants, clean, very clean and white. Still the same as before.

I heard a scream, scream and scream again. I turned around, looked behind me and I saw a man. Stabbing the girl nonstop while the girl is screaming.

The man looked at me. I’m nervous. “Why… why did… did… you kill her?”

The man smirked. “You? You mean me? Or you mean us?” and then the man was me.