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Through the eyes of a monster
You can’t sleep and you decided to go for a walk. It's a cold night. The sky is clear and the moon is shining bright. You walk down the empty streets as a light breeze pushes against your back. You eventually walk to the park not far from home. There’s someone else there. From a distance he seems familiar. You approach him, wanting a better look. You realize you do know him, but he is not a friend. He took someone from you. The imagine of your friend passing freezes in your mind. Your heart feels like it might explode. You remember your knife is sitting in your back pocket. You pull it out and unfold it. You can see a bottle in his hand. He is drunk you presume. You feel you can easily sneak up on him from behind. He took someone from you, you remind yourself, he deserves it. Your only a few feet away now, you can almost reach him. He turns around and spots you. You freeze. He reaches inside his coat and pulls out a gun. You lunge at him. Your knife is buried into his side, but he throws you off him. The knife falls from your hand. You lay on your back in grass. He begins approaching you, gun outstretched in his hand. Your hand brushes against something. It’s rough in texture, hard, feels heavy, a rock. As he nears, you clutch it and hit him in his temple. He falls. Your heart races and your mind goes blank. You come to. Your hands are sticky and covered in red. Beside you lay what used to resemble the man you hate. He lay very still, face caved in and chest not moving. You call your friend, tell him you need a ride. Several minutes later your friend arrives. You collect your knife and rock and sit in his car. He asks what happened. You say nothing. You feel nothing.
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