| A dream. I thought it was all a dream. I thought we never yelled. I thought we were happy. Now that I'm awake I realized that there is no such dream. All I see is blood soaked tears. Whose tears? Whose blood? I wondered. As I stuttered through the hallways, the trail of blood gets thicker. I am starting to get worried. Whos blood can this be? As I follow the trail around the corner, I notice something. I try to make it out from a distance, but its just not possible. I wonder closer to this mystery object. I finally realize what it is. A body. I panic and run. Not realizing that my shirt is soaked with blood. I fly down the street. Running. Running faster than I ever have. I stop. Standing there panting, I finally realize the amount of blood on me and my clothes. Why didnt anyone stop me? Why isnt anyone starring? Now I want to know what happened. Did I kill this person? Is it her body? The women I love. It cant be. Theres no possible way. Dying for answers I find the nearest newspaper. I stand there in disbelief. I am utterly shocked. I did it. I killed that person. Love drove me to kill that person. Love drove me to kill?me. It all makes sense now. Thats why no one noticed me. Thats why no one cared |