(warning: this contains murder)

Blood, pain, realisation; he was dead. My palms and clothes stained with crimson as I was still running despite my entire body screaming at me to stop. I had to get away. away from that cursed place, away from the reality of my own actions. actions that led to cold blooded murder but... why was he smiling?

a chill runs through my spine at the thought. Tears burned my eyes as I stumbled across the rocks, Grass, and trees grabbing on almost everything for support. my lungs burnt, body ached and I collapsed. I felt a sharp pain against my foot falling into stone: stomach, chest, then my head. agony shot throughout my body travelling up from inside to out making me scream. my head began to feel light and foggy...

I closed my eyes but the mental pain was too great. each time I closed my eyes I saw it. I saw **_him_**. I saw the rusted blade wrapped in my hand as I lunged at the man. how dare he say that? his words resonated in my ears as the fury returned: "it was me but it would've been boring without a little... _something_ I did to her as a kinda bonus"

his smile. that **damn ** mocking smile. I lunged at him with the blade letting it seep into his chest with a gruesome sound as the rust ripped the insides apart, a sound of brutality but justice. The knives wooden handle followed crashing into the monsters body with a sound of impact I couldn't describe. his breath turned into a raspy gasp as his body curled with sickening screams. I rip the blade out as blood followed in streams staining him, me and everything around. I do it again and again and again till realisation hit me. the knife drops with a thud next to the fallen pained body and the last thing I saw was him **still** smiling as I fled... What the hell?

I open my eyes wide, the rock I fell on grounding me back to the hellish reality. my breath raced more and more in horror at the memories I just couldn't wipe out still so damn vivid, my eyes freeing tear after tear as sheer panic set in. it was the right thing to do... right? if so why was I having so many doubts? with my aching body each movement shot pain from the places I crashed on the rock. I lift my hand to wipe it on the nearby grass. with the green now stained with red, I look at my palm remembering the feel of the knives wooden handle, lost in thought and pain. mental and physical. I turn my head away from the now blood-stained grass, I just couldn't bare to look.

Frozen, a chill ran down my spine making the smallest of hairs stand straight up. my face now drenched from all colour, I could feel it.... **_he _**was here. _how was that possible?? There was no mistaking that dark, dangerous presence _dread filled my aching body as I lift my head to look around turning my stiff neck. I was almost relieved. _almost_.

He was there... standing on his own two feet with his eyes glaring at my helpless, pathetic soul and the same blood-thirsty smirk that was sure to give me nightmares for years to come. He had the same bloody shirt same bloody trousers same bloody shoes and he was unmistakeably the same horrifying man but _how is that possible. _**_I killed him._i was sure of it.** All the blood that now stained the grass, him, me and my sanity, there was no way he was alive. A wet stream of sour tears flowed down my pale cheek as that thing gave me a sinister chuckle. "hi sweetheart". Yea there was no mistaking him...

**_shit_**