“Open up! You can’t hide forever!” The police are already at the door as I slowly back away from what I did. It’s everywhere, on the floor, in my _mind. _Everytime I close my eyes all I see is _you_.

Get out.

I shake and hit my head, hoping to be rid of the memories. _No, no, no. _

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“It wasn’t me!” I yell as my voice cracks under the lie spewing from my mouth.

Get out.

My breathing hitches as I run shaking fingers through my hair. “Stop. Go away.” I mutter to _you_. The voice in my head, the images burned into my mind.

Get out.

The police are knocking down the door. It crashes onto the floor with a bang, the sound familiar. I back away, a wall behind stopping me from going far. I raise my sweaty hands into the air as the police swarm my house. My leg bounces up and down, my head shakes, the voices whisper. “Stop.” I gulp, the sound echoing in the walls of my mind.

Get out.

But it’s too late.