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The girl and the killer have a talk
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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 looked around trying to remember where I was or who I am, but I couldn't. I couldn't even remember what I was doing. That's when I realized that someone else was here.
"Who....who am I? Where am I?" I asked.
"You're the killer..." said a voice.
"P-please, don't hurt me." I looked around to see a little girl, maybe 10 or 11 and I knew she was terrified.
The way she looked at me I will never forget. She had blonde locks of hair and sea blue eyes. She looked at me with tears of terror running down her cheeks. She looked at me with her mouth slightly open, like she was ready to scream if I moved an inch toward her. She had a horrible cut on her leg. I realized that apparently I had done it.
"Look, I don't know what happened, but I'm not going to hurt you. I promise I don't won't to hurt you. I'm just going to see that nasty cut on your leg." I said as I move a little closer to her.
"NO! Don't touch me! I trusted you last time and you scratched me! I don't want to trust you!" the little girl backed away but flinched and went into a fetel position.
"Look, kid, I don't know what i did. I guessing I banged my head too hard and I don't remember anything, not even my name. I don't want to hurt you but if you still don't trust me, I will put the knife down and just wait until you are better, ok?" I put the knife down and I heard a loud *CLANG!* as it hit the ground. "I think we are in a cave." I said and the girl showed a slight chuckle.
"You're kinda silly," said the girl.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"E-Emilia, that's my n-name." she said as she inched toward me.
"I guess I got knocked-out and so now I don't remember who I am or what I was."
"I know everything about you, you are Daniel Swift, a mass serial killer that had a wife and and daughter that had died in a fire at different times. After they died, it was like they were the only thing keeping you from killing people and you killed almost everyone that wronged you."
The way she said almost was like a tiny spark of hope came inside me."Why didn't I kill everyone?"
"Because someone else did. No one ever figured out who killed your wife, but she was the last one that wronged you without you knowing. She thought that no one knew that no one knew that she was the one that killed your daughter."
Those last words panged my heart bad. How could my wife do such a thing? She killed her own daughter? Whenever I thought of that is when I remembered something.
" Emilia, i just remembered something. My wife told me she was out to get a little girl that was 10 years old named Emilia. Did your family do something bad? Are you 10 years old?"
My anxiety was going through the roof as I waited for the response. "Well, there is one thing..."
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 looked around trying to remember where I was or who I am, but I couldn't. I couldn't even remember what I was doing. That's when I realized that someone else was here.
"Who....who am I? Where am I?" I asked.
"You're the killer..." said a voice.
"P-please, don't hurt me." I looked around to see a little girl, maybe 10 or 11 and I knew she was terrified.
The way she looked at me I will never forget. She had blonde locks of hair and sea blue eyes. She looked at me with tears of terror running down her cheeks. She looked at me with her mouth slightly open, like she was ready to scream if I moved an inch toward her. She had a horrible cut on her leg. I realized that apparently I had done it.
"Look, I don't know what happened, but I'm not going to hurt you. I promise I don't won't to hurt you. I'm just going to see that nasty cut on your leg." I said as I move a little closer to her.
"NO! Don't touch me! I trusted you last time and you scratched me! I don't want to trust you!" the little girl backed away but flinched and went into a fetel position.
"Look, kid, I don't know what i did. I guessing I banged my head too hard and I don't remember anything, not even my name. I don't want to hurt you but if you still don't trust me, I will put the knife down and just wait until you are better, ok?" I put the knife down and I heard a loud *CLANG!* as it hit the ground. "I think we are in a cave." I said and the girl showed a slight chuckle.
"You're kinda silly," said the girl.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"E-Emilia, that's my n-name." she said as she inched toward me.
"I guess I got knocked-out and so now I don't remember who I am or what I was."
"I know everything about you, you are Daniel Swift, a mass serial killer that had a wife and and daughter that had died in a fire at different times. After they died, it was like they were the only thing keeping you from killing people and you killed almost everyone that wronged you."
The way she said almost was like a tiny spark of hope came inside me."Why didn't I kill everyone?"
"Because someone else did. No one ever figured out who killed your wife, but she was the last one that wronged you without you knowing. She thought that no one knew that no one knew that she was the one that killed your daughter."
Those last words panged my heart bad. How could my wife do such a thing? She killed her own daughter? Whenever I thought of that is when I remembered something.
" Emilia, i just remembered something. My wife told me she was out to get a little girl that was 10 years old named Emilia. Did your family do something bad? Are you 10 years old?"
My anxiety was going through the roof as I waited for the response. "Well, there is one thing..."
