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The Murder
Blood drips from my hand. My mind wanders to what had happened. Is the blood mine? Were is the man i was talking? Everything around me is dark. I hear no sound. I feel tho. Such pain i thought i could never fell. My mind is closing. Light. The world is forming around me. Sound returns. I look around the darkened room. Only small beams of light pierce the closed blind causing an eerie look to my surrounding. I Step forward and my foot brushes something in the floor. I slowly reach down afraid of what i might find. A knife, blood covers the blade sticky and dry to the touch. I drop it to the floor with an audible dud and clang as it hit the tile floor. I walked through the room dragging my feet across the floor. Just to make it to the closest door felt like hours but took merely seconds. My hands clasped over the cooled metal handle. The felling of it reminding me I was awake and this was not a dream I would soon wake from. I turned the handle hearing the clink of the metal as the latch was undone freeing the door. As the door opened i saw it before i truly saw it. Like deja-vu or a memory i had never had. I saw him slumped against the bathroom wall. His through was cut what seemed all the way to his spine. Multiple stab wounds littered his body. My mind raced a scream went to escape but nothing came out. A sharp pain. The world swimming. Soon the world dident matter anymore as my mind shutdown and my body slumped in the door way of the bathroom in front of the body i had stumbled on.
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