I closed my eyes and waited for everything to happen. When I opened my eyes, I looked around to see I was in a house. It was lit by only the moonlight. I saw a clock that said 3:30am. my eyes finally adjusted and I looked in horror at the dead body in front of me. It was Hayden. His throat was slit and blood was dripping from his mouth too. The worst part was the fact that tears were sliced down his cheeks, giving the effect of him crying blood.
I jumped out of an open window before I could do anything else. I ran all the way home, came through my own window, and tore off my bloody jacket, mask, and other clothing. I hid them in bag, hoping my parents wouldn't notice. I slipped into my pajamas and tried to clean as much blood off of the dagger as possible. When it looked reasonably clean, I put it onto my desk and went to bed.
I never wanted to see that sight again. I got up in the morning, like usual, and decided to forget everything that had happened.
Fun fact: I've stayed up until four in the morning before. It's like my highscore in staying up.
