WARNING :
( This chapitre contains depiction of violence that may be upsetting for some readers )
Take Care of yourself 💞✨✨💖💖❤️
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Everything happened so quickly...
It might have seemed like a regrettable act, but I had to leave the lifeless body where it was and get out as fast as possible.
Her lost soul and her body lying in a pool of blood, I had to muster my last superficial strength, convincing myself that I possessed it, to get up and leave this place.
Why?! You should have asked for help from the authorities, called the police! Instead of fleeing like a thief.
That's what many of you would have said, right? And if not, then you are the exception, aren't you?
If I had stayed with her and called the police, regardless of being a schoolgirl or not, I would be suspect number one in this case... And I anticipated they wouldn't break a sweat to solve it. What I'm getting at is that I could easily be found guilty just because I was at the crime scene. Entering my best friend's house without consent, just like that? Honestly, who would believe me?
So, I made a considerable effort to stand up, took one last look at her pale face, and left that dreadful room.
The smell was already ingrained in my nostrils, but I had gotten used to it.
Tears flowed uncontrollably, but I kept a neutral expression, as if to express my trauma on my half-dead face.
I retraced the same path I had taken to sneak into this cursed house.
Descending the stairs, I felt a certain warmth rise within me.
How unpleasant!
Finally reaching the imposing front door, tears still streaming down my cheeks, I wondered how I managed to stay so calm.
I had to stay discreet; no witnesses in sight. Nevertheless, I took the precaution of exiting through the window. It would undoubtedly be less risky. Once outside, I found myself in the garden, and despite my difficulty breathing, I ran as fast as possible. The advantage was that it was so cold no one dared step outside, nor even open their windows.
I stopped when my breathing became seriously labored.
I decided to take refuge behind a bush.
Well, winter doesn't spare misery, does it?
I just saw Victoria perish... my conscience reminded me.
What should I do? How should I feel?
These tears seemed endless; I had never trembled like this before.
This must be just a dream.
Yes that's it !
This is just a bad nightmare, and I will wake up soon.
Next to me , I found some kind gardenning tool.
It's must be a trowel ,Seeing it's sharp blade , I couldn't help but feel a sense of.
And then ,I succumbed to the temptation and grabbed the trowel to plunge in into my wrist.
I'm in agony....