wrote this at midnight
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The steady drip drop of the blood was the only sound filling my ears other than my hoarse breathing. My scattered thoughts tried their best to pull themselves together but the only thing I could deduce was that there were dead people in front of me who I cared about and it was my fault. I couldn't remember how it happened. I didn't recall what I'd done to make it so there was still blood dripping from the ceiling. I wouldn't look down at my hand to see what warm, sticky thing I held. With every second that ticked by, my horror, and my hunger grew. It took a couple more minutes to realize the liquid in my mouth that was making my stomach churn in nauseous circles, was blood. Once I realized that, blood was the sole thing that registered in my mind. It filled all my senses. I saw the blood coating nearly every surface, smelled its sickening, metallic stench, heard the dripping of it off of various places, felt it coating and drying all over my skin, and tasted it in my mouth. But while one part of my mind was telling me to spit it out, another part was telling me to drink it down, to crawl back over to the bodies and drink up every last bit of blood left. My shoulders started to shake as I started an internal battle. While my left hand tried to bring that squishy, warm, sticky thing to my mouth, my right hand grabbed my blood-soaked wrist to stop it. But as the warm organ in my hand inched its way closer and closer to my mouth, I knew there was no reason in fighting it. Despite what I tried to convince myself of, now that my mind was clear enough to actually think, I was a monster now, a living terror, a horrible, disgusting creature. There was nothing I could do to change it. And as the warm, tasty heart finally touched my lips, and my sharp teeth bit into the meat of it, I gave a sigh of relief. My mind faded into a blissful, drunken haze as I continued with my meal that was formerly known as my parents and older sister, and I didn't stop until there was nothing but bones. Only then, as I sat back and surveyed the blood-coated walls, did I let my hand drift to the knife upon the floor, taking it in hand. I gave out one last, final sigh of content as the sharp, blood-stained knife buried itself into my chest, straight through my heart. Laying back, surrounded by the leftovers of my dear family, I stared out the window as the sun slowly began to rise. My last breath escaped my lips slowly and blew into the air, barely making a sound, and as my mind finally drifted off into the welcoming arms of Death, I turned up my lips in the smallest smile.
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bobbbb Newbierealy good
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Damn, this is amazing. The description you put into it was lovely.
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