Panic

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After I rot away for who knows long, I realized my stupid fucking knife is still covered in my stupid fucking blood, but before I can go clean it I hear a voice from behind my door.
"Hey Richie are you in here?"
What is he doing here?!
He wasn't supposed to come over today what do I fucking do
I shoot up and shove the knife back under my bed before I get up and open the door
"Hey spaghetti! What's up?" I say to him, trying to act normal
He's gonna know something's up isn't he, he is my best friend after all, right?
"Rich, are you okay? Is that blood??"
Shit.
"What are you talking about Eds, why wouldn't I be okay, and what do you mean by 'blood'???" I lie
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Sorry for the short chapter, I really don't know where I'm going with this and I'm really just not motivated today, but I hope you liked it anyway, thank you!!

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