I need to fin some tissue to wipe my hands with. I wouldn't be surprised if the police actually find me. I walk into the cabin and everywhere is damp. Nothing seems dry and a weird smell consumes my senses causing me to hold my nose. "Yo" is shout as i walk around to try and find the kitchen "your door is open you might want to fix that" I finally find the kitchen and see some tissue on the counter. I quickly grab it and start trying to take the blood off. I walk over to the sink and wash my hands. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU" a voice shouts from behind me. I don't even bother turning around as I ignore him and carry on taking the blood off my hands. I feel something poke my back. I furrow my eye brows and turn around to face a guy with black hair "don't fucking touch me you peice of shit" "Your in my house I can touch you all I want" "Ok don't say it like that" I say rolling my eyes "you sound like a pervert" "W..I..I didn't mean it like that" he stutters making me laugh "just get out" "Why should I" "Because your not suppose to be here" "And yet I am" I sigh as I turn around to face him "I'm staying here a night" I need to stay somewhere , where the police won't suspect me.All Rights Reserved
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