Dang. That murder case is getting pretty big. I can't believe it. Not national, but for this town, getting on the regional news is a big thing. I've been pacing around this stupid cell, just trying to remember. My cellmate is lookin' at me like I'm totally nuts. The thing is, I think I am. What the heck happened that night?
Okay, I keep going over this. Over and over, for about two days straight. What do I remember? I remember... being totally plastered. It was so much fun. Some kid I didn't know and I were having a contest about who could drink more shots of straight tequila in one minute. We had about three of those contests, and I won every time. Then something happened and there was a lot of shouting. I think...
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The house was pounding loud with music, but you can't really hear it when you're drunk, so it didn't matter. There were tons of kids there. It was bursting with kids and pot or whatever they all smoke. I'm fairly clean; I just smoke and drink. Not bad for a kid who's in college.
After the contests were over, I had a Southern Comfort or something, just to kick back. I left the room to go to the bathroom, and I saw some girl passed out in the back room. Rookie. She must've been in high school, now that I think about it. She had like twenty of her little friends around her.
Normally if you pass out, nobody cares. If you're stupid enough to not know how to pace yourself, you don't get any sympathy.
Not that anyone's sober enough to actually notice you, anyway.
It was crazy in there, so I stepped outside. Needed some air, you know? I was suffocating. It was pretty cold out; I remember that. I could see my breath, and it was so amusing. Okay, maybe I did take a hit or two that night. I can't recall, but I had to have. Being enthralled by seeing your breath isn't even for three-year-olds. Yeah, I think there was some acid or something going on there.
But I digress.
So I was outside, and it was cold. Good job. That's all I can remember. Well, no, 'cause I saw that girl there. I saw her inside with some guy... and then some other guy. And then the first guy again. Okay, I'm getting confused. The first guy seemed like her boyfriend. He was a scrawny little punk, but he had these creepy eyes... I think that's the guy who's in here. I can't remember what the other guy looks like. But I remember he was different from the first one.
They came outside, and they were arguing about something. He was really mad. Furious. And she was yelling at him, too.
And then she was lying on the ground.
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It was hazy between the yelling and her on the ground. Dang it, I can't remember what happened. Okay, so I went outside, and they were arguing. What happened next?
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Some other kids were there, too. They were trying to intervene between the two, because apparently that short little kid had some sort of major temper. What's his name? Tom? Okay, Tom was livid, and some other guy gets in between him and that girl. And then another one. And then... Tom starts shoving around, that sort of way where if things don't go the way he wants, he uses his fists. I used to be just like that. The other guys are trashed, so they think it's a big thing. Well, I don't remember that, but it seems appropriate. Typical college guys.
Hey, I'm one of them.
One of the guys pulls a knife. I can't remember who it was. Slightly long, black handle. Well-polished. It blinded me for a minute, the moonlight and one of those motion lights both reflecting at the same time, right at my face. Who was holding the knife? Who's knife was it?
Why can't I remember this? It's so annoying.
I don't know who's it was. But I remember... I remember! It wasn't that kid's. Tom's. It wasn't Tom's knife.
But who's was it?
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