random little stories ^^

murder

The metal blade clatters on the blood-stained ground, in front of the mangled corpse.

"I just," the man stutters, stumbling back, "I just killed somebody."

He chuckles, his hands tugging at his own hair, reminiscing the gruesome moments from earlier. The thrashing, screaming, squirming and splattering, all coming back to taunt him again.

"Ah fuck, I just...killed somebody," he repeated, desperately hoping this wasn't true. That the body in front of him wasn't real, that he was dreaming, that the scent of rot and fruit was just a mind trick, that the blood on the floor was just some hallucination or something.

His back hits the wall, the room's smaller, the corpse is starting to look like it's morphing into different shapes, his head's a pound lighter, his stomach threatening to spill its contents, his mind wandering into gruesome thoughts and horrifying sights.

And the fact he wants to do it again was what made this worse.

"No, no, no, this is bad, this is very bad. I'm- I'm gonna get caught! I'm gonna go to jail! I'm gonna fucking die with the rats, no, no, fuck-!"

He wants to run, hide, curl up into a ball and protect himself from the consequences. He wants to take the very knife he used, and end his misery right then and there. He wants to just go back in time and slap past him in the face for even thinking about it, hell, even kill him so none of this would have happened.

Instead, he stands there, terrified.

His eyes glaze over to the blade, using what's left of this mental stability to dart to the knife and holding it over his throat.

This is it, the only way out.

(i was bored lol 💅)