The gunfire...
B̵̟̮ͮ̑͘͠l̷̶̂̈́̚o̵̗͓ͨ͂̏͡ͅ͏o̧̙d̴́.̭̕͜
The drop...
B̵̟̮ͮ̑͘͠l̷̶̂̈́̚o̵̗͓ͨ͂̏͡ͅ͏o̧̙d̴́.̭̕͜
The blood...
B̵̟̮ͮ̑͘͠l̷̶̂̈́̚o̵̗͓ͨ͂̏͡ͅ͏o̧̙d̴́.̭̕͜
The aftermath.
H͍͒E͓̭'̣̲̊̑̒͜S̛͔̺ͮͬ͟ ̷̝ͫD̢̠̤̯̚͝Ę͚͝A̷͍͓̦̐ͯ͢Ḑ͍̼̖!̋͏̡!̩͊ͩ̔
"Oh god..
yOu DiD iT
YOUR FAULT!!
You were supposed to watch him.
The blood...
Ididn'tmeantoIdidn'tmeantoIdidn'tmeanto
I can feel every unsaid word crawling up my esophagus-
MaKeItStOp!!"
The bullet... It went the wrong way...
S͇̰H̘͙͆̓̒͢͠͝U͆Ţ̶͉͈ͧ͡ ͖̬̯̃҉́Ṵ̓̏ͯP̝̦̞̓ͯ͏!ͯͥ!̨̢̰ͫ̃
MAKEITSTOP
YOU ARE READING
Brutal Regrets
Mystery / ThrillerIt wasn't his fault that he's dead... But every little piece of self blame keeps crawling back up his spine, under his skull, and into his brain.
