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"I killed someone." The mute tone of everything seem to lack the grain as if filmed for a sick movie. This is not a movie. The suspense was supposed to be rid of by his unexpected and unusually amused laugh for this kind of situation, yet it seemed to rise even more when goosebumps were felt on my skin as the sound echoed in my mind. "What? No you didn't." More laughter erupted, making every piece of cell in my body ignite with anger and frustration. "You think this is a joke?! I am not playing with you, Harry!" I spat, "I did! I really, really, did. And I enjoyed it, too! And you wanna hear the worst part? Huh? I never regretted any minute of it. I put a stop to all his future schemes, his games, they- they make me want to- to q-question humanity! But, I took all his chances to change his sick, fucked, self, just because I couldn't handle a bit more cigarette burn on my skin!" Grasping my hair with both hands, I screamed at the top of my lungs, hoping to kill all brain cells containing memories of the bastard. "I-I killed him. I saw him o-on the g-ground, Harry. B-but h-he's still h-here." I point to my head, nodding crazily and jerking the tears from my wild, wide eyes. "It's poison. H-he makes me want to kill myself a-and join him i-in hell."
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