He looked at his hands.
Stained with crimson blood they were.
From his latest victim.
So to hide the evidence, he looked at his motionless face.
Such a shame to have killed him.
Ya know?
Cry could have liked him at some point.
Couldn't he?
So to hide the regret, off to the closet Cry went.
To grab a bag, and stuff him in it.
What was that guy's name again?
PewdiePie? Or was it Felix?
It doesn't matter now.
And out the door the body went.
Into the river with him and the knife.
Down deep.
Now all he had to do was wash his hands.
All the memories down the drain…
Perhaps he could relive those memories.
Someday.
Like tomorrow, or the next day…
They could be named.
Jane, Mary, Ellie, Jack, Thomas, Steven…
Or maybe, Scott, or Red, OH OH! Or… Raven?
Remember?
No more water
No more pain
No more drowning
No more rain?
Cry got rid of the pain.
Now to get rid of everything else…