Cowardly act

WARNING :

( This chapitre contains depiction of violence that may be upsetting for some readers )

Take Care of yourself 💞✨✨💖💖❤️

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Everything happened so quickly...

It might have seemed like a regrettable act, but I had to leave the lifeless body where it was and get out as fast as possible.

Her lost soul and her body lying in a pool of blood, I had to muster my last superficial strength, convincing myself that I possessed it, to get up and leave this place.

Why?! You should have asked for help from the authorities, called the police! Instead of fleeing like a thief.

That's what many of you would have said, right? And if not, then you are the exception, aren't you?

If I had stayed with her and called the police, regardless of being a schoolgirl or not, I would be suspect number one in this case... And I anticipated they wouldn't break a sweat to solve it. What I'm getting at is that I could easily be found guilty just because I was at the crime scene. Entering my best friend's house without consent, just like that? Honestly, who would believe me?

So, I made a considerable effort to stand up, took one last look at her pale face, and left that dreadful room.

The smell was already ingrained in my nostrils, but I had gotten used to it.

Tears flowed uncontrollably, but I kept a neutral expression, as if to express my trauma on my half-dead face.

I retraced the same path I had taken to sneak into this cursed house.

Descending the stairs, I felt a certain warmth rise within me.

How unpleasant!

Finally reaching the imposing front door, tears still streaming down my cheeks, I wondered how I managed to stay so calm.

I had to stay discreet; no witnesses in sight. Nevertheless, I took the precaution of exiting through the window. It would undoubtedly be less risky. Once outside, I found myself in the garden, and despite my difficulty breathing, I ran as fast as possible. The advantage was that it was so cold no one dared step outside, nor even open their windows.

I stopped when my breathing became seriously labored.

I decided to take refuge behind a bush.

Well, winter doesn't spare misery, does it?

I just saw Victoria perish... my conscience reminded me.

What should I do? How should I feel?

These tears seemed endless; I had never trembled like this before.

This must be just a dream.

Yes that's it !

This is just a bad nightmare, and I will wake up soon.

Next to me , I found some kind gardenning tool.

It's must be a trowel ,Seeing it's sharp blade , I couldn't help but feel a sense of.

And then ,I succumbed to the temptation and grabbed the trowel to plunge in into my wrist.

I'm in agony....