The Victim

The Victim

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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.
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"Please don't do this." I begged, as tears streamed down my face, making my mascara run. My eyes traveled from his face, that handsome boyish face, down to the floor. Down to the dead bodies. "Oh God," I choked, my life flashing before my eyes, as I felt his fingers slip from my shoulders down to the knife. He put it to my throat gently, so that he didn't cut it. Yet. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "Please...." I begged. "Please." His lips pressed against mine, and I shuddered against him. Dear God, Please don't let this happen. This is the story of how I met him. The story of how he stole my heart, just as carelessly as he stole peoples lives away from them. Maybe. Maybe not. When I think about it, I still smile. Even though I know the sad and terrible ending, I can't help but smile. He was my best friend. He was so loving. So caring. He taught me everything. But, he also destroyed everything. He was just like that. He was just the mass murder that loved me, and that's how I'll always remember him. I dare say, that's how I'll always cherish him.

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