InsanityThere wasn’t anything left for me anymore. I stared down at my fingers, drenched with his blood. My hands trembled slightly as I watched, but my face remained completely expressionless without a single curve or twitch. Thoughts streamed through me, as to what I was supposed to do when the cops arrived or where I was supposed to go. There was a corpse lying, surrounded by a puddle of blood; the blood that also appeared to be on my hands and shirt. What was I supposed to say?Insanity
If I were asked honestly, I could respond with “No, I did not kill this man.” But, we would all eventually know that was a lie. I mean, h
