"I didn't mean to kill them."
They didn't believe me. But they never would. Why would anyone believe little old me. I was "delusional," "crazy," and worst of all, I was "doing it for attention."
"It was not me officer."
Then who was it?
"It was her!"
I had pointed to a mirror on the wall of my bedroom, that's where we were after I called to let them know what had happened just a few moments before. But of course they only saw my reflection. They did not see her. Grinning at me from the other side. Knowing full well that I was the only one that saw her standing there, covered in their blood. Knowing full well, what she had done.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
I didn't mean to kill them.
Ficção GeralSomething sinister is happening to you. No one believes you until it's too late. It happened. Now no one is safe from it, not even you.
