I just killed 2 people…
and left one in critical condition.
It all started as an accident. An accident that, by default, landed us far past the point of no return. There were two of us, and two (eventually 3) of them. I was only familiar & acquainted with one face, however. The one I didn’t kill, and I don’t know why. She had, in fact, gone mentally insane and was after my life. Had she gone ill due to the incidents that had just taken place, or did she always have it in her, I don’t know. By the end, everyone was left unable to stand on their own two feet, except for me. I’ve never fought, ever, before, and I sure as hell never used a gun before. I can say that I’ve never killed before either, and here I am, responsible for the death of two unfortunate individuals, and the severe damage done onto a third. The thrill, the rush, the terror, the madness, and the success… Nobody, and I mean no single body, could ever imagine I was capable of harnessing such primal instincts, including myself… as well as the poor soul I left gasping in pain on the floor to soak in their misery before life had made me move on without a choice of matter. And through all the blood that had just stained our hands red, she still has no clue.
Why?
Because she’s alive.
And well.
And carrying about her daily routine.
Because she follows me on Tumblr.
And because, it was all just a dream.
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