Body's
i was walking down the street, minding my business, when a group of people blocked me. apperently there was a murder, and i would be surprised... if it didn't happen yesterday, and the day before, and the day before, and so on and so on.
people were wondering who did it, yet i knew who. i know exactly who kept chocking people by shoving cow udders down their throats, and weed up their nose. yet i can't tell the police. as much as i want to, i can't. no matter what. day after day, i watch them murder their victims, yet i still can't stop them. no matter what.
tonight something strange happen. i woke up, with scratch wounds, yet on the news no new murders. the same thing tomorrow, and tomorrow and- you get it.
today i woke up from sleeping, yet i was outside. i wasn't in bed. i saw something, a murder. i tried to stop things, but there was always some sort of pain. i ended up getting rid of them, but my hands were sliced and diced. same as the rest of me. i opened my back door back to my house. while walking in my blood dripped everywhere from my body onto my floors. i patched my major wounds up, taking a while, took some painkillers, and went to bed. the murderer was finished. they were gone, not dead, but gone. the personality was gone. the murderer personality was gone, not dead though. i was safe. everyone was safe. but someone might fill the space that he filled.
Written by Hogun1212
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