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"What did you do?"
"What the hell did you do?"
There was no one to hear to me ask that to myself.
Except Brad.
But he can't hear anymore.
Maybe he could, Jacey once told me that the last thing to go is hearing.
Oh God, there's so much blood.
What did I do?
I remember another argument between us breaking out. Another argument about me eating too much. Maybe it was because I wasn't working 24/7. Maybe it was because my hair was clipped to my scalp.
I don't know. I don't know what happened. I do remember feeling angry. I felt tears falling down my face. I still feel them. I can't wipe them away without it being covered in red.
I don't remember what happened after I got angry. One moment I was crying while we were yelling at each other.
The next Brad was on the floor. The knife is still in his chest. When did I grab a knife?
No, no, no, no. I didn't do this. I couldn't have. I would never...
I definitely can't call my parents. I can't call Katie—God, what will happen when she finds her husband dead? I can't call any of my friends. They'll turn me in.
I can't go to jail.
I didn't do anything.
I don't know how it happened.
I don't remember doing anything.
I didn't.
I didn't do this.