I burst through the double doors and onto the stairs. The red and blue police lights stare at me like everyone else. My white dress stained red. I'm covered in blood but it's not mine. I collapse onto the ground. It hits me all of a sudden. Tears stream down my face and onto the floor. A wave of grief has started and I know that it's going to keep knocking me back down.
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The One Behind The Knife
Mystery / Thriller"I would love to torture you day and night but it won't give me as much pleasure and with what you know I can't just let you free or just leave you. It's such a shame, you were a really wonderful person. Maybe in another life we could become friends...
