River
The gush of the water against my fresh wounds felt great and my eyes momentarily went black when I thought about why I had wounds in the first place. I let them flicker to the spot where he lay, bloody, hurt. I couldn’t believe I did that to my best friend. He quickly stood up, gasping for breath, looking at me with pain. He saw right through me…except…I wasn’t the dead one. Almost as if he had heard my thoughts, he spun around and saw his body lying on the floor, with claw marks on his white t-shirt, which was stained with dried blood. I splashed water on his body, to wash away the dirt from his face, but as I did, I fell backwards by slipping on a smooth rock. I didn’t even fight as the river claimed my life. I deserved this.
