She lay on the cold, hard floor. She stared at her hands smeared with blood and then over to the knife which laid opposite her. What had she become? She buried her face into her bloody hands and weeped like a child who cried when they had a cut except was worse than that.
She could her sirens wailing outside. People calling her to come out with her hands up. She blocked out all the cries and wiped her face. She stared at the body near the fireplace. She grabbed the knife and clutched it in her hand and crawled over to her-once-was friend.
Minutes passed.....
The door was broken down. The police raced in only to see two bodies and writing on the wall. Both bodies have been stabbed and they noticed the writing was written in blood.
"Goodbye"
comments? Advice? or watever
She could her sirens wailing outside. People calling her to come out with her hands up. She blocked out all the cries and wiped her face. She stared at the body near the fireplace. She grabbed the knife and clutched it in her hand and crawled over to her-once-was friend.
Minutes passed.....
The door was broken down. The police raced in only to see two bodies and writing on the wall. Both bodies have been stabbed and they noticed the writing was written in blood.
"Goodbye"
comments? Advice? or watever