The Victim

It had all been an accident. An argument, a shove here, a slip there; then the body was on the floor, not moving. Thinking back to the beginning of the party, it was difficult to trace the events that had led him to this awful predicament, with one of his friends now dead at his feet. Oscar placed his forehead in his hands, sobs coming deep from his core as his body shook with grief. For his friend, and for him. Large tears fell from Oscar's eyes and they mixed with the blood on the floor. But Oscar wasn't thinking about the liquid slipping underneath his shoes, or about each dreadful minute until being discovered. No, he only contemplated the night's events, before everything had gone wrong, and how it turned out so deadly.