Control

Prologue.

I stood there staring down as the wind roared around me whipping my hair around my face as a few stands blocked my view.

I could hear the sirens and the shouts.

Then I stared at my hands.

Hands that cared,that loved but now were stained with blood.

I stood there in shock and saw the ambulance carry away the injured and the now dead body that I just pushed.

I couldn't believe I did that.

The numbness started to fade and realization hit me as hard as what the body must have felt while crashing with the concrete pavement, stinging. Pain. Everywhere.

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Note:

If you are under 16 or uncomfortable with swearing I'm recommend you to not continue reading this.

This story has a lot of foul language and usage of drugs is shown.

You are going to find grammatical errors. I'm sure about that. But don't tell me that in the comments. English is not my first language.

I hope you enjoy reading my story.