The murderer

The murderer

She stared at the lifeless body lying in front of her, sweat dripping down her face. "What have I done…?" She asked herself in horror. Had she really just murdered this poor innocent person, and for no reason at all? Was she really that heartless? She looked around the room. It was a normal room, with light blue wall paper, with a dim yellow light hanging on top of them. The only thing that was unusual in the room, was the dead body lying in front of her with a knife in his heart, the blood splattered around the corpse, her, with blood on her face and hands, and the rusty smell of death..."I-I have to hide the evidence…" she finally decided. She wouldn't let anyone know...Even though she knew it was wrong, and maybe she did deserve to jail... she still didn't want to be known as a murderer for the rest of her life... She looked around the room to check if anyone was watching. But there was. There, at the window, a horrified girl was standing. She did something that looked like a gasp and ran away.

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She looked around the room. Good. Nothing left that would be obvious that it was a murder...she looked at the yellow carpet covering the splotches of blood that were on the ground. What had she done...she tried to hold back the tears that were forming in her eyes. "I can't stand it anymore..." she burst out crying. Her quiet sobs filled the emptiness of the room. After a while, she stopped. “No,” she told herself. “You can’t burst out crying...because someone might hear it...and if someone did hear it then cleaning this up would be a complete waste of time...” she sniffed as she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her, before running home, tears streaming down her face, not bothering to double check.