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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 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! I'm drunk and I'm not even sure if I killed this man!
"Babe, I'm coming in!" a woman shouted. And before I could even hide, the door swung open, revealing a woman in her 30's.
Her eyes landed onto me, then into the bloody knife I was holding, and to the body that is lying dead on the floor. "AAHHHH"
She started shouting and was about to run away whewhen my feet worked on its own and immediately catched the woman. I covered her mouth with my bloody hands. I locked the door and drag her towards the dead body.
"Shhh! please don't shout. I didn't do this ma'am. You need to let me explain." I said, trying to calm her down.
"You murderer! You killed my husband! You killed him! Let me go! Let me go you murderer!"
"No. I'm not a murderer!Someone drugged me! I didn't do this." the she stared at me as she tried to escape from my grasp. "I'll only let you go if you listen to me."
She slowly nodded her head as I slowly loosen my grip on her. As soon as I let her go, she stayed silent as if waiting for me to explain.
"Ma'am-"but before I could even continue explaining, she immediately grab the knife from me and pounce at me. She punched me, making me feel dizzy as she didn't stop from punching me until my face felt numb. I was already bleeding hard and she was enjoying how I suffered so much.
"Do you really think I was that dumb? Not because I am a woman doesn't mean I can't kill you." she said as a wide creepy grin plastered on her face.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked as my vision started to blur.
"Oh. You don't remember? Then let me tell you a story." she said as she took a rope inside her bag.
"Once there was a kid who loves to bully students. For him, bullying was a pleasure. He never did care how much it affects the life of his targets. Until one day, the target was nowhere to be found."
I started to recall on what happened before until a I was able to remember a memory from 6th grade.
"Emily... You're Emily? The girl from 6th grade? The one who died on a car crash?"
"Oh, I wish she died that way Nick. BUT NO! SHE KILLED HERSELF, THANKS TO YOU!" she shouted as she gave another punpunch on the face. I spilled blood out of my mouth as I can't breathe properly.
"I didn't kill her! She did that to herself!" I answered. I didn't kill Emily! Yes, I bullied her before but I didn't kill her!
"You claimed that you didn't kill her just like how you told me that you didn't kill that guy? Well, goodluck with that."
"Who are you?" I asked as she slowly drag me towards a room.
"The sister of the girl who died because of you." And before I could even answer, she raised the knife she was holding and with no second thought, she pierced it right through my chest, letting a lot of blood flow out of my body.
"No! Argh!" I shouted as I cough blood. She didn't listen. She smiled at me and continue stabbing me right through my chest. I continued to shout until the pain felt numb.
"Goodbye Nick."And darkness cowers.
________
I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? My chest hurt as I was covered with sweat.
"It was all just a dream." I said as a low chuckle rose from my throat. What a really weird dream.
Then I was about to move my body when I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.
"What the f-"
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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 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! I'm drunk and I'm not even sure if I killed this man!
"Babe, I'm coming in!" a woman shouted. And before I could even hide, the door swung open, revealing a woman in her 30's.
Her eyes landed onto me, then into the bloody knife I was holding, and to the body that is lying dead on the floor. "AAHHHH"
She started shouting and was about to run away whewhen my feet worked on its own and immediately catched the woman. I covered her mouth with my bloody hands. I locked the door and drag her towards the dead body.
"Shhh! please don't shout. I didn't do this ma'am. You need to let me explain." I said, trying to calm her down.
"You murderer! You killed my husband! You killed him! Let me go! Let me go you murderer!"
"No. I'm not a murderer!Someone drugged me! I didn't do this." the she stared at me as she tried to escape from my grasp. "I'll only let you go if you listen to me."
She slowly nodded her head as I slowly loosen my grip on her. As soon as I let her go, she stayed silent as if waiting for me to explain.
"Ma'am-"but before I could even continue explaining, she immediately grab the knife from me and pounce at me. She punched me, making me feel dizzy as she didn't stop from punching me until my face felt numb. I was already bleeding hard and she was enjoying how I suffered so much.
"Do you really think I was that dumb? Not because I am a woman doesn't mean I can't kill you." she said as a wide creepy grin plastered on her face.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked as my vision started to blur.
"Oh. You don't remember? Then let me tell you a story." she said as she took a rope inside her bag.
"Once there was a kid who loves to bully students. For him, bullying was a pleasure. He never did care how much it affects the life of his targets. Until one day, the target was nowhere to be found."
I started to recall on what happened before until a I was able to remember a memory from 6th grade.
"Emily... You're Emily? The girl from 6th grade? The one who died on a car crash?"
"Oh, I wish she died that way Nick. BUT NO! SHE KILLED HERSELF, THANKS TO YOU!" she shouted as she gave another punpunch on the face. I spilled blood out of my mouth as I can't breathe properly.
"I didn't kill her! She did that to herself!" I answered. I didn't kill Emily! Yes, I bullied her before but I didn't kill her!
"You claimed that you didn't kill her just like how you told me that you didn't kill that guy? Well, goodluck with that."
"Who are you?" I asked as she slowly drag me towards a room.
"The sister of the girl who died because of you." And before I could even answer, she raised the knife she was holding and with no second thought, she pierced it right through my chest, letting a lot of blood flow out of my body.
"No! Argh!" I shouted as I cough blood. She didn't listen. She smiled at me and continue stabbing me right through my chest. I continued to shout until the pain felt numb.
"Goodbye Nick."And darkness cowers.
________
I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? My chest hurt as I was covered with sweat.
"It was all just a dream." I said as a low chuckle rose from my throat. What a really weird dream.
Then I was about to move my body when I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.
"What the f-"
✒PCR716
