AN: Hey guys! This is my first fanfiction ever, so kindness would be greatly appreciated. One note before you read, this is written as a stream of consciousness, and for that reason this story will not be completely grammatical. That is intentional. I'm not very good at writing from this perspective, so it might be a bit rough at first, and it may not even last.

This first chapter is just to set up the story. I don't (really) say any names, and it's from one person's sole perspective. That being said, it will probably be pretty confusing as to what the actual plot will be. Don't worry, it will come! With all that said, please proceed! :)

I suppose I should stop worrying. It isn't that she meant to die or anything. It just sort of happened, right? And I had absolutely nothing to do with it. At all. Well, I definitely wasn't the main reason. I'd never seen her in my life, at least not before where I found myself now. At a bar in the middle of nowhere watching the sunrise and waiting for the police to arrive. But I am innocent, for sure. It's not my fault whenever I try to remember exactly where I am, and more importantly who I am, I only recollect a vague presque vu.

God, help me remember.

All I remember is awakening next to her, blood-stained dress and a de trop amount of evidence in hand. Deserted, completely deserted. Not a single being appears to have been here in years, leaving me the only plausible culprit. If the red hues spilling over the barren white-covered landscape directly in front of me wasn't foreshadowing as to what was sure to come, then slap me because I must be absolutely fucking stupid.

God, my head aches. Was my heartbeat always this forceful?

And there they were. A wailing noise, barely detectable over the almost excruciating silence. About time actually, I was getting tired of waiting. Just don't look behind, don't look at the hauntingly pale face directly...

God, I was an idiot.

Why did I even call the police? I should have just left, maybe cleaned up all possible evidence beforehand. Then I wouldn't be in this situation. No, no, that wouldn't be good would it? I'd have a guilty conscious, turned myself in as soon as I saw the headlines. "DEAD GIRL FOUND IN BAR", "FAMILY MOURNS OVER MYSTERY MURDER", that would have been the end for me.

God, please help me.

It's getting quite loud isn't it? I must look terrible. Hands and hair flaked in red because of the amount of times I've rubbed them together. Hell, I can't even remember from where the blood originated. Was it my hands? Probably. I wouldn't be surprised if they arrested me on the spot. I would arrest myself, I definitely look the part. Knife still in hand, shaking like the rest of me, and absolutely no alibi because I can't remember what exactly occurred.

Do I even believe in God?

Crunch, crunch

They're here, they're here. Don't look up, (oh God don't look up). How the hell can someone make so much noise while walking?

Crunch, crunch

Shit shit shit don't look up, they'll know. Know what? I didn't do anything. Or at least I don't remember doing anything.

(Now I'm even questioning myself)

Crunch, crunch

Is it me, or is it getting dark?

Crunch, crunch

At least their footsteps are quieter.

Crunch, crunch

Sleep sounds like a good option

"Sir?"

I think that's

"Ya gotta see this Havoc"

exactly what

"Jesus, look at 'im"

(God, am I dying?)

"Sir?"

I'll

"Sir, I'm gon' need to see your hands."

do

AN: Well, I hope you liked it! I'm sorry if it was really confusing, I swear that things will become more clear. If you'd like, I would really appreciate a review, but you definitely don't have to!