My head hurt. Where was I? I was dizzy. My palms were wet. Blood. My own blood. I pushed myself up on my feet. I was covered in blood. Nothing left inside of me, I guess.
My feet were heavy. Mother. I could see her a hands length away from me. My eyes were closing. No. Must get help.
I staggered to the front door. Hm. The throbbing in my heart, the buzzing in my ears...they were killing me. I was out the door. I looked to the side. The door to the next flat...it's ajar.
Oh god. Why? Why is every single door always ajar? And why do I always want to go in? Uh. My head. The blood, it's dripping off of me.
I pushed open the door and cringe.
Inches away was a chair. A girl tied to it. The sister. The striking blue eyes lifeless. Oh god.
My head was spinning. I will call the police. Where is my phone? Inside.
I stepped into my flat again. My phone, where...?
The moon was up...so beautiful. I stumbled to the balcony. The fresh air. No stench of blood.
Everything came to me at once.
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Striking Blue
Mystery / ThrillerNot only a story of a girl fighting through her reality but also a realization that most of us, if not all, would go through heaven and hell...for mystery, for solutions...and most importantly for the ones that we love. She lost her best friend to a...
