There was blood all over the living room. I didn't remember anything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours. Was someone murdered in here? Did I murder someone? Oh god, what if I did? I went over and grabbed my phone and called the only person I could trust with this. As I walked into the kitchen while I waited for him to pick up, I saw the one thing I was hoping I wouldn't. A body. I almost dropped the phone when he answered.
"Hey Luke, what's up?" he asked.
"Michael, I need your help."
"Sure. What's up?"
"I think I murdered someone."