#WritcoStoryChallenge
I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.

I started to tremble as the memories of what happened last night came back. I was just having a good time with my friends. I just drank some lemonade and I made sure that there's no alcohol on it. But why am I holding a bloody knife?

I immediately stood up from the floor where I was lying comfortably when my vision started to spin. My head was aching so bad and I badly need some painkillers so I roam around the house and realization hit me so hard! This isn't my house! Where am I?!

I started walking outside the room and was immediately drew back to the floor when I saw a body! Is he dead?! Did I kill him?! But I don't even know him!
I walked towards him and saw multiple stab wounds. The sole reason he died. I killed him!

I started rummaging into my pocket, hoping to find a phone or something that belongs to me when the doorbell rang, making me to stop from moving. Someone's here! I can't get caught.

I can't go to jail!...