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One day, I was dead
And I blame you.
Sun rays poke between the spaces of the tree leaves passing enough to light up the window glasses on my room. Unlike the usual, my curtains still down at this eight o'clock.
It's another morning, yet people wake up like everything is not the same.
There is tears from their eyes not because they yawn too much. It is the tears of despair as they try to explain.
I can hear them scream much agony as they try to show. Like a tormenting fire is burning their feet from the ground, and the only way to escape is to keep moving on the paves of cold.
They are trying to enter my room, but the scene of the crime team stops them to pass through the end of the staircase right before my door with a privacy tag of my name.
Tine.
My body is on the floor, curled like a child scared from the monster under the bed. It's a shame that I wet my bed, but this time, with my own blood. So much blood to cover my white carpet with pigments of red.
The knife used to stab me three times and to slit ny throat is still lying right beside me, with a worn out rubber glove both bathing with my blood.
On the top of my head is the wall where my life-size mirror is hanging to. I can read some words written into it.
The SOCO team cannot stop my agonizing Mom anymore, and she's been able to step right in my room.
She read what is on the mirror under her breathe, and run furiously out of my room.
The killer is in your house. Find me.
She asked everyone what that means with a shaking voice on fury to pathom. Enough to make Ray, my boyfriend, and Aya, my bestfriend to look at each other.
"Aren't you two are with Tine last night right in her room having a party?"
My Mom mumbled slowly with sound of anger right on her throat bump. She slowly walks toward the direction of the two.
My Dad stopped my Mom from before she reaches the bastard and the bitch.
"No. They aren't. I heard them hooking up at the guests room. Right?"
They glanced at each other awkwardly, and returns the glaze into my parents.
"But it wasn't me, it wasn't us!" Ray courageously say while fighting his tears to run down.
My Mom hysterically fight against the force of my Dad stopping her.
"You killed my baby!" While hitting them in a far while Ray protects Aya.
"Maybe it's you!" Aya shouted making everyone to be quiet.
"Yes it is you! Tine told me that you are insane. You have anger issues, right? Remember last night that you told Tine that she's dead because we gave her a surprise visit right?"
"Or it might be you!" Ray said while pointing to my Dad.
"Tine told me that you are using her to gain money, and spend those money for your own benefits, right?"
It's funny how they all blame themselves for killing me. If this body on the floor right now still has life, it might be dead too for laughing out loud.
What you tell each other to put the blame are all... well let's say agreeable.
Goodluck finding for the killer, and I hope you tell each other more and more about what I tell you about how I feel towards each other.
If I cannot complain to you myself when I was living, then tell each other what I felt when I was alive.
I hope it gets so much time before they discover the reverse grip finger print on the knife I used to stab my legs so I can write to the mirror, and play with you all.
Sun rays poke between the spaces of the tree leaves passing enough to light up the window glasses on my room. Unlike the usual, my curtains still down at this eight o'clock.
It's another morning, yet people wake up pointing to each other who killed my body, after they all kill my soul.
Like killers blaming each other.
© Pristina
Sun rays poke between the spaces of the tree leaves passing enough to light up the window glasses on my room. Unlike the usual, my curtains still down at this eight o'clock.
It's another morning, yet people wake up like everything is not the same.
There is tears from their eyes not because they yawn too much. It is the tears of despair as they try to explain.
I can hear them scream much agony as they try to show. Like a tormenting fire is burning their feet from the ground, and the only way to escape is to keep moving on the paves of cold.
They are trying to enter my room, but the scene of the crime team stops them to pass through the end of the staircase right before my door with a privacy tag of my name.
Tine.
My body is on the floor, curled like a child scared from the monster under the bed. It's a shame that I wet my bed, but this time, with my own blood. So much blood to cover my white carpet with pigments of red.
The knife used to stab me three times and to slit ny throat is still lying right beside me, with a worn out rubber glove both bathing with my blood.
On the top of my head is the wall where my life-size mirror is hanging to. I can read some words written into it.
The SOCO team cannot stop my agonizing Mom anymore, and she's been able to step right in my room.
She read what is on the mirror under her breathe, and run furiously out of my room.
The killer is in your house. Find me.
She asked everyone what that means with a shaking voice on fury to pathom. Enough to make Ray, my boyfriend, and Aya, my bestfriend to look at each other.
"Aren't you two are with Tine last night right in her room having a party?"
My Mom mumbled slowly with sound of anger right on her throat bump. She slowly walks toward the direction of the two.
My Dad stopped my Mom from before she reaches the bastard and the bitch.
"No. They aren't. I heard them hooking up at the guests room. Right?"
They glanced at each other awkwardly, and returns the glaze into my parents.
"But it wasn't me, it wasn't us!" Ray courageously say while fighting his tears to run down.
My Mom hysterically fight against the force of my Dad stopping her.
"You killed my baby!" While hitting them in a far while Ray protects Aya.
"Maybe it's you!" Aya shouted making everyone to be quiet.
"Yes it is you! Tine told me that you are insane. You have anger issues, right? Remember last night that you told Tine that she's dead because we gave her a surprise visit right?"
"Or it might be you!" Ray said while pointing to my Dad.
"Tine told me that you are using her to gain money, and spend those money for your own benefits, right?"
It's funny how they all blame themselves for killing me. If this body on the floor right now still has life, it might be dead too for laughing out loud.
What you tell each other to put the blame are all... well let's say agreeable.
Goodluck finding for the killer, and I hope you tell each other more and more about what I tell you about how I feel towards each other.
If I cannot complain to you myself when I was living, then tell each other what I felt when I was alive.
I hope it gets so much time before they discover the reverse grip finger print on the knife I used to stab my legs so I can write to the mirror, and play with you all.
Sun rays poke between the spaces of the tree leaves passing enough to light up the window glasses on my room. Unlike the usual, my curtains still down at this eight o'clock.
It's another morning, yet people wake up pointing to each other who killed my body, after they all kill my soul.
Like killers blaming each other.
© Pristina
