It was supposed to be a normal day, just like every other day. I didn't mean to do this but I was forced into this situation, yes I was forced, it's was tearing me apart from inside for a long time, not letting me sleep, I was trying to stop it in, but whenever I lay eyes on it I just would not hold it in —yes , it is not I that's wrong — it's not my fault that I have to kill my friend.
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In every TV show, movie or cartoon, killers always leave a clue or sometimes multiple clues, through which the main character catches them.
So the first step is not panicking. I try to take deep breaths, holding it in for five seconds and releasing it for five seconds—a technique I learned online, but the trembling in my hands shows no sign of stopping. Well, that must be obvious; it's not like you can instantly become calm after committing murder.
It's a miracle that I'm not running around screaming and vomiting all over the place.
Haa, I should go home.
As the sun was setting behind the church, I take my bicycle that was standing near a big tree and start heading towards the only convenient store to get the groceries.
Ugh , eating everything at once was a bad idea.
I thought.