diabolikloversayato
Hi, I'm Evan Hernández, and this is the sad truth of being the mute kid.
Screaming. Yelling.
"Someone call 911!" A woman crying and sobbing in between tears screaming.
My apartment door, left so exposed to the world as the night, cool, crisp air filled my room. Me, Evan, on my hands and knees p, panicking as the blood soaked my clothes, and dripping from my hands. Hitting and staining the carpet. I see a body. Knife in hand as I dropped it. But you have to understand. The victim I killed, was me.