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by Umer
Rated: 18+ · Draft · Action/Adventure · #1977251
I don't know where would this story lead.

“I told you that this is gonna happen but you won’t even listen! Now deal with it!”

Each word had irony. Each word was true. All was lost and there was no hope. It had been done, the Murder, and I had no idea as to what to do. I didn't know how it happened. It just did. I had killed a man, finally. John was shouting at me not because I had killed a man. It was because I had not done it “clean”. I had created a mess.

“There is so much blood, man! What the hell were you thinking?” John won’t stop. He kept shrieking and I kept silent. I didn't know what else to do. He was right, “What was I thinking?” Perhaps that the man I killed didn't deserve to die. But it didn't matter. Morality is unknown in our world. I knelt and vomited. There really was so much blood. Before I could figure something out, I fell unconscious. Darkness, Red, Blood, Guilt, Shrieks…. All Gone. Darkness.

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