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Prompt #70 – Slip up
I'd done it again.
My breathing edges up to hyperventilation as I witness the carnage. The blood that started forming a small pool where the man was lying, his eyes wide and blank and lifeless. I could hear his begs as my mind had shut down and I'd gone into the frenzy.
I push the body away from me in revulsion and refuse to look at my hands, which are covered in crimson blood.
This was the last one. I couldn't keep on slipping up and reverting back in to the monster I had been every time a man injures himself. I had to stay strong and fight against it. I couldn't keep on killing.