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Chapter 5

"Ms. Lestrange?"

"Ms Lestrange?" Nurse Susan asked.

"Oh I'm sorry I am a little out of it today" I replied plastering on a fake smile.

I will forever be haunted by the memory of me pushing him off that cliff, I sent him to his grave and nobody knows how he died.

"I can see, that's one nasty scratch, how'd you get it?" She asked

"Oh I just tripped on my way to class" I said with a hint of annoyance in my voice.

She got the intended message that I didn't want to talk about what had occured this morning. Nurse Susan looked at me and smiled then left to get her first aid kit. I examined my knee once again and saw that the blood stopped gushing out and just dried around the area of the cut. When she had returned with the first aid kit she began to put some alcohol on the cotton swab and start dabbing around the area. There was pain at first, some kind of stinging you could say, but it didn't bother me that much. Then she pulled out a bandaid and placed in on top of my cut. I looked up at the clock 9:30 am flashing in red as it signaled that it was time for the second class of the day. I quickly got up from the chair and shook off my leg. I looked at Nurse Susan and quickly thanked her for patching me up and opened the wooden door and walked into the hallway.

My mind was spinning from the latest flashback that I had just had, it was interesting how the world works, or even the universe, maybe fate. Some people get the best of everything and live the life that they want, and then there's me. I don't get it, I don't understand it, I don't know why. The answer is quite simple karma. Now, let's be honest with each other here, I am not someone who is religious or have a set of morals that I follow but I killed someone. I killed someone. That means that I live a terrible life. It is a given when you kill someone karma comes back to hunt you for the rest of your life.