“Gosh, I have to stop getting blood all over these hardwood floors,” the man said. His stare felt never ending and his arms appeared to pale to hold in any blood.

My eyes where drawn down to the corps of Blake. I didn’t know the man personally but he was a grocery store owner. The one across from the Dairy Queen. The one where I was meeting up with Mason at tonight.

I stepped backward into the office. I shipped the lock on the door closed and wandered into the corner where I crouched down and thought over my mistakes.

Why had I killed the man. I don’t know. I was angry at the world. I had recently seen Mason’s girlfriend and I freaked. So, I ran. I always ran. I still run. It’s the easiest thing to do and that the one thing that keeps me from happiness and what keeps me from living my life.

I killed the man because he made me mad and I killed him because I couldn’t kill myself. Honestly, when your the one responsible for the death of another, it kills you too.

That’s why I did it.