“Take deep breaths. In-out. Innnn-Ouuut.
Innnn-Ouuuut. In-out,” Janice kept thinking to herself.
Everything seemed to be crumbling before her eyes. It had been a year
and a half since the incident and she thought she had finally put it behind her.
Janice awoke, but all she could concentrate on was the piercing pain
concentrated in her head. She frantically pawed at her head. It
seemed to be intact and in good shape, something the excruciating pain had at
first made her doubt. But her panic returned when she realized she
didn’t remember why she was lying on the floor. She couldn’t remember
much at all, for that matter. The only thing she could remember was that
lots of alcohol was involved.
Somehow, Janice managed to pull herself up, and tried to ignore all the
worries that were tugging at her mind. First thing first, she needed to
change out of her rumpled own clothing.
She staggered over to the closet and yanked open the door.
Something hit her and she fell to the floor. Something heavy was holding
her down. She didn’t feel like struggling and she may have stayed down
like that if she had not decided to look up. Staring back at her was a
large pair of eyes, along with a face frozen permanently in agony. Janice
screamed and struggled to escape the clutches of the corpse.
Oh God, there was blood on her sleeve, and it was far from fresh.
She ran and stuck her sink under the faucet. The water turned a faint red,
but she could not wash the blood away, no matter how frantically she
scrubbed. In the mirror, she saw the corpse sprawled on the floor, a knife
visibly sticking out from its back. Janice knew without a doubt that that
was her kitchen knife; she could recognize its custom handle
anywhere.
Things were not looking good for her. What was going on?
Janice couldn’t have killed her. She hadn’t exactly liked her…but
she would never murder her. But how could Janice be sure of her innocence;
she held no memories of the previous night. There seemed to be so much
stacked against her, they had had an argument the previous night, what if she
had totally lost it and… No no no, it couldn’t be.
Before she realized what she was doing, Janice felt her foot on the
pedal. She tore out of her driveway and sped
off.
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