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Have you ever wondered what it must feel like to put a knife into another person's heart? What motivates a murderer to do this? What thought processes take place in the brain that lead to do such an act? What moment in life made a human stop being a human?
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I feel a sharp jolt and then my back hits the rough wall of the building.
I feel blood dripping from my eyelashes and nose.
I feel like I'm losing my breath.
I'm trying to look ahead and focus on what is happening around me, but I can't. Everything suddenly lost its meaning. All I feel is a sharp pain in my chest. Flashing lights, blood on the palms of my hands. Headache...damn headache.
— How could you do this to her?! — Sam shouted at me and pushed my body so hard that I hit the wall again — Answer!
She can scream. She has the right to scream.
— I...I'm sorry...
I slipped on the floor full of blood and fell. Apart from her legs, I can see Tara's body. This sight makes the blood on my face start to mix with tears...Anika is holding her head and crying loudly, cursing everything around her.
Confusion.
Mess.
Lights.
Blood.
Knife.
Mask...
I looked at the thing I was gripping tightly in my hand and felt sick. A fucking mask that looks like a ghost's face.
— You'll rot in jail, Amber — I heard from Sam, and then the sound of police sirens reached my ears
