Paradise

"Drop the knife Emilee! Drop it!" He shouted. I looked down at my hands to see a blood covered knife in one hand and nothing in the other. I looked back up at him and then down at the bodies that lay by my feet. "I said drop the knife! Drop it now!" He shouted again. A metal clang echoed through the room as the knife fell to the floor. He walked over to me and grabbed my arm. "I'm taking you to the police." He mumbled and dragged me out of the room. I never saw him again until months later.