For because I love u :)

~Zak~

I've never killed anyone before, heck, I've never even hurt anything to the point it where it was brusied.

Yet here I am.

The bathroom is covered in blood, the white tiles stained with the dark crimson liquid draining from the dead body on the floor.

Did I do this?

Did I really just kill someone?

My breaths become shallow,and my heart races.

I just killed someone.

I become light headed, and everything begins to swirl.

I can't see straight.

I just killed someone.

Then I start to laugh. I was quiet, like a little giggle.

I just killed someone!

I laugh louder, filling the small apartment bathroom with noise.
My hand runs through my hair as I lose my mind.

Then I stop.

What do I do now?

I look around.
In my hand Is a bloody kitchen knife.
On the floor is the body of  John David.
And on the ground is gallons, and gallons of blood.

I should clean up the blood.

I walk to the closet at the end of the hall and pick out a brown towel, hoping it wouldn't look that obvious covered in blood.

I then walk back to the bathroom and look at the ground.

There's no way one towel will pick up all of that.

Especially if he's still bleeding...

Wait.

I hang the towel on the sink and walk over to the body.

I grab his arms and struggle to pull him up into a sitting position.

Why does he have to be so heavy? Jesus Christ.

  I sigh as I step further into the pool of blood and muster up all my strength to pick him up in bridle-style. I wheeze at the weight being pressed against me and slowly walk over to the bathtub.

Shaking at the immense weight put on my arms,I slowly put him down into the bathtub.

I let out a sigh of relief as I wipe my brow from the immense sweat I had just worked up from holding him.

I look down to my arms, making sure they still work after carrying a dead body off of the floor and into the tub.

Blood stained most of my light blue hoodie, mostly on my arms and around my chest where I had been carrying him.

I continue examining my clothes, looking at my blood stained shoes and the spots of blood that littered my jeans.

What am I gonna do with all this?

Then I heard a knock at the door.

Oh fuck.

I have no idea if I'm going to use this or not, but I just thought of it right now and didn't want to lose it.
I mean that's what this doc is for lol