[You shot him, Karter...]
[You F̷̞ͥͫ̈́́A̝͓̲͊͡Ḭ̧̛͗͘L̡̛͇͍E̡͇̲̋̆͞D̘̤ him...]
Blood pooled on the floor, around his lifeless body... Limp.. Still warm.... Growing colder, by the second...
H͍͒E͓̭'̣̲̊̑̒͜S̛͔̺ͮͬ͟ ̷̝ͫD̢̠̤̯̚͝Ę͚͝A̷͍͓̦̐ͯ͢Ḑ͍̼̖!̋͏̡!̩͊ͩ̔ H͍͒E͓̭'̣̲̊̑̒͜S̛͔̺ͮͬ͟ ̷̝ͫD̢̠̤̯̚͝Ę͚͝A̷͍͓̦̐ͯ͢Ḑ͍̼̖!̋͏̡!̩͊ͩ̔ H͍͒E͓̭'̣̲̊̑̒͜S̛͔̺ͮͬ͟ ̷̝ͫD̢̠̤̯̚͝Ę͚͝A̷͍͓̦̐ͯ͢Ḑ͍̼̖!̋͏̡!̩͊ͩ̔
He dropped the gun, falling to his knees.
"... K-kedrick..?"
..........
He screams and claws at his face, regret, self hatred, and anger filling him to the rim of his mind.
The man who dodged got away...
That B̢͔̹̀͟A̴̷̼ͯ͏SͯT͙̻̞̾͂A̻͕ͬ͡҉R̛̾̕͘D͒͑ͥ̕͜
Kill him..
[You already killed your brother...]
[Why not this one too?]
"WHY!!!" He screams, other officers pulling him away..
[Thisisbad.. ThisisbadThisisbadThisisbad!]
Y̶̶͓͉̮̋ͯ̔͡O̡̞̘̽ͥUR͎̥ͬ͊͘ ̨̯̼̼̈͘B̳̯ͦͩ̀́ͅR͚O̵̪̗ͧ͘͜T͕̘̺̃͘H̵̼̳ͩ̓E̽͂̊͏R͖̱̋͜͟͞ ̷̲̺͚Į͐ͬ͢͝S͇̖ͬ̈̍͘̕͡ ̸͑̂͘͠D̰̆ͪ͒ͅȨ̛͢Aͮ̇ͪ͏̧͡D̼̠̝̈́̿͐͏!̪̱!͗̒ ̴̡̤͚̊F̨̢̻̭͢U̱̲͛͗͢͠͝Čͦ͏K͕̮̝̆Ȋ̸̟͎̀͛͘͏N͈͖̏ͥ̀͡G̕͢ ̷̨̨̻̬̝̇̐̅D̪̝͂͟Ě̈́̄҉A̵̢̛̽ͤD̶̤͌ͭ͛!͖̩̗ͯ̀!̷̡́
[STOP IT!]
W͎Ḧ̯̼̣̓͠͏̛Ė̘̜̰̍͋Ŕ̵̜̦̗̎́̀È̤̻͜͠ ̴̼̬̳Ī̳́̀S̸̨͡ ̼̎ͨHͥE̯̯̲͑͂̕?͓͘͢͡!̧̢̕
HE GOT AWAY!!!
À̶͈͞W̬̪͉ͮǍ̃̐͠Y̜͇̙ͪ̍̿ À̶͈͞W̬̪͉ͮǍ̃̐͠Y̜͇̙ͪ̍̿ À̶͈͞W̬̪͉ͮǍ̃̐͠Y̜͇̙ͪ̍̿ À̶͈͞W̬̪͉ͮǍ̃̐͠Y̜͇̙ͪ̍̿ À̶͈͞W̬̪͉ͮǍ̃̐͠Y̜͇̙ͪ̍̿ À̶͈͞W̬̪͉ͮǍ̃̐͠Y̜͇̙ͪ̍̿ À̶͈͞W̬̪͉ͮǍ̃̐͠Y̜͇̙ͪ̍̿ À̶͈͞W̬̪͉ͮǍ̃̐͠Y̜͇̙ͪ̍̿ À̶͈͞W̬̪͉ͮǍ̃̐͠Y̜͇̙ͪ̍̿ À̶͈͞W̬̪͉ͮǍ̃̐͠Y̜͇̙ͪ̍̿ À̶͈͞W̬̪͉ͮǍ̃̐͠Y̜͇̙ͪ̍̿ À̶͈͞W̬̪͉ͮǍ̃̐͠Y̜͇̙ͪ̍̿
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Brutal Regrets
Tajemnica / 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.
