Day 5

I'm sorry about the lack of writing for the first few days.
*Day 1* When I got kicked out,my head was to numb
to comprehend anything.
*Day 2* The whole town went crazy,and still are.
*Day's 3&4* So similar I decided not to write about it.
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*Day 5* Today.(who knows the date?)

Everyone knows who I am,so checking into a hotel is madness.The manager would scream,and point at me as if I was rat."Clide Andrews!! Get him!!"
All I heard was "Rat!! Kill it!!"
Than I'm being chased down every block by swarms of angry people.

Right now,I'm in a barn,sharing a stall with a horse that neighs in it's sleep.
Speaking of sleep,I can't do it.Ever sinse Millie's death,I feel empty and frantic,always moving,like I lost a part of me and I'm desperatly trying to get it back.Nobody believes me when I say "I didn't kill her." but god knows what I do in my sleep.
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Sorry,I'm back.
I had to find something sharp,in this case,rusty scissors,and slide it against my wrist.Everyday I live I cut my wrists,either one,to punish myself for killing my sister.
What pushes me to do it is her voice in my head,saying "Why did you kill me Clide?"