The Innocent Killer - Jerry

The silent, unknowing, and innocent killer. 
Me.
Tears dripped down my face as I sat alone, and terrified.
My hands were once again covered in blood.
Mine this time.
I had scratched and scraped at my stomach and wrists, until the skin was ripped into a multitude of deep, jagged cuts.
Blood poured onto the ground and all around.
I was in a dark alley, near my house, and near the hill Ellie and I used to hang around at.
I sobbed, again and again.
The blood mixed with the tears on the ground.
I was, am, and will be, the innocent killer.

The End

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