~Recap~
I was still coming back to reality from my all to vivid l dream. The guest bedroom came back into focus still covered by the dark of night.
The moonlight peeking through the window reflected off something in the ground. The glittering light of glass covered the floor.
I had sat up and moved to the end of the bed to get a closer look. Finally another object came into focus
Oh my gosh! No no no no no!
What the fuck is that?!
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I frantically jumped off the bed onto the floor. My feet were immediately met with a substance on the floor. I leaned down to get a closer look when my foot brushed up against something.
I darted across the room, searching for the light switch. The lights turned on, and the darkness disappeared. I only wish I hadn't.
Some things are better left in the dark then brought into the light. This might be one of them.
The young man I had just met laid dead on the floor. His soft blue eyes, now cold and hard.
The lamp that was once on the nightstand was gone. Shattered to pieces on the ground, I don't believe I was dreaming.
I- I killed him.
Getting close to people has caused them and I nothing but trouble. And now I've killed a man! A good man!
Dammit Sophia! Why are you like this?
I shook my head as if to rid myself of my thoughts and memories.
I needed to get out of here. Far away. From Damien from Anthony. From the world!
I was so broken, I could barely function. My breath was heavy and I still could come to what I had done. I could only imagine what Anthony was thinking before I killed him.
He didn't deserve death, but I do. . . .
Panicked I rushed out of the house stumbling over the multitude of furniture. It was the middle of the night, and I was running from the scene of a crime. A crime I committed.
I didn't know where I was going, but I wasn't staying here. My breath was visible in the cold night air as I was running through the empty streets.
The horrid dream replayed in my mind. It- it was just a dream. I wanted it to be a dream. I can't be real!
~Damien's Perspective~
The sun was going down as Jessie let me come inside after much complaining. Her house, though small, was filled with clutter and mess. The rooms reminded me of my own house. How I used all my anger to make a mess. Maybe this girl was similar to me. I mean she's definitely a jerk, and I can say I fit under that category too.
She led me to the living room and turned the tv on to some drama. Jessie gave me no thought, just continuing on with her activities. I looked over at the girl. An extroverted girl with flaming red hair sat there drinking a glass of wine. How could Sophia become friends with this girl? They were complete opposites.
After a few minutes Jessie started talking. "So you're here for Sophia? What's up with her?"
She seemed to have no worry for her "friend" even now. After days of her being missing Jessie is perfectly calm.
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Broken Beyond Repair
Mystery / ThrillerI squeezed my way through the abundant number of people, trying to get to the exit. I bumped into a lot of shoulders, until I found an opening. As soon as the door was in my sight, I heard Jessie calling out my name. Her voice grabbed my attention...
