Karen
I was kneeling on my carpet, bloody knife in my hand. A dead body laid in front of me. Before I could do anything more than cry and frantically look around as I tried to figure out what was happening my front door was kicked in causing me to yell out in even more fear and confusion then I already was experiencing.
"Drop it!" The cops yelled as they ran in with there guns pointed at me.
"No, no. I didn't." I tried to explain to them.
"Drop it!" They yelled again and this time I listened dropping the knife to the ground.
"I didn't do this. I didn't do this!" I yelled as I held up my hands letting them know I was not going to put up a fight.
"Get on the ground!" One of them yelled at me.
"I didn't do this!" I yelled again as I pleaded with them to understand that this was not my fault.
"Now!" The same cop yelled at me again.
"Oh, god," I said as I lay down, tears streaming down my face.
I could not help but look at him as his dead body was lying right next to me. His lifeless eyes staring right into mine.
"Oh god!" I repeated again.
"I didn't do this!" I repeated again as they handcuffed me, and in this moment I realized no one was going to believe me. My life was over, no one was going to help me.
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The Devil's Moon (Finished)
FanfictionI left Hell's Kitchen and everyone when I was eighteen and never looked back. I never thought much about that shit hole I called home. I moved as far away from them as I could. All the way to California. I went to L.A. with the hopes of being a big...
