Random Short Stories

Murder

The scene in front of me was terrifying.

Gripped tightly in his hands was a knife, dripping with thick scarlet liquid.

In that moment, I hated myself.

Why did I leave at the time he needed me the most?

I watched in horror as he started to laugh manically while staring at the body. Instead of the gentle bored look he usually sported, his eyes glinted with a look I had never seen and hoped to never see on him -- a look of insanity.

It took everything I had in me to run towards him and pry the knife out of his hands. He remained motionless, staring at the body as if it was his prey.

"S..." I whispered. "I'm here..." Looking at his horrible state, I couldn't help but weep. I pulled him close to me, burrying his head in my coat and stroking his hair rhythmically.

"W?" He finally looked up, giving me a puzzled look.

I offered him a small smile.

Then, steering him away from the bloodied scene, we walked out into the streets.