Sleep Walking

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I awoke looking around the room. Huh, in the kitchen.
Hmm knives, I wonder why your here
I checked my pockets. I found a steak knife in my front pocket. I returned it to the draw.  I walked up the stairs to Jack's room and opened the door. Blood was splattered across the wall. The words Times Up cut into his arm. It all went black once more. I was on the floor.
"Mark! Mark! Are you ok?" Jack said, shaking me. I sat up. My body feeling light.
"Oh good your ok!" Jack said
"Thanks Jack!" I said
"I just want to tell you-" I love you
Dark took over me!
"Tell me what?" He asked. I saw a knocked over lamp.
"I wanted to say sorry about your lamp from home!" I said.
"It's fine, you should look at your nose! And what happened to your hand?" Jack said.
"I sprained it! I fell out of bed, anyway I need toilet paper for my nose!" I said rushing to the toilet.
"You cunt Dark trying to tell him," I lowered my voice, "that I love him!"
That's the least I could have done! If only you left that steak knife in you pocket...

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