I drove, rain sprinkling my windshield, radio blasting, the hand on the steering wheel coated in blood.

The dead body, fresh in my mind.

I rolled down the window, wind and rain slapping me in the face. I smiled. Turned the radio up.

Adjusted my glasses on my nose.

I didn't regret a thing.

Maybe this should've scared me. Maybe I should've been scared of myself, of what I'd become. Maybe the blood should've scared me. Maybe I should've felt remorse for the life that no longer existed. God would've been ashamed of me. My parents would've been ashamed of me. Heck, the old me would've been ashamed.

But this girl, this version of me, she felt nothing. Just the bliss of numbness.

I pulled in the driveway, sat still. I needed Clorox. I needed a shower. That's what they told me.

They also told me there's no way out. Not now, not ever.

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Author's Note:
It's been so long since I posted anything on here! Fresh story idea here! I've been planning it for a little bit and I really hope y'all enjoy it! Feedback welcome! Amazing cover by @faeriedreams