Murder

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I look at my hands, they are covered in her blood. Beside me lay the knife that I had used.

His last words replaying in my head. "Please don't do this. You can still change. Please."
He will forever be gone because of me. Yet I don't feel guilty.

Police swarm the room. There are handcuffs on my hands, a smile on my face. I am taken into a room. Questions are asked and answered. I am transferred to the prison. Sentenced to life in prison. This is my new life.

I am Peter Parker and I killed a person.

A/n: 100 words
I have major writers block. I hate everything I'm writing. I don't think I will be writing much. I have a really stressful few weeks.

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