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I shut my eyes tight, but the image was still there, clear as crystal. Try as I might, I couldn’t make it disappear. The blood, the ripped clothes, everything. I was disturbed to say the least. When I saw my friends weep, I felt bad that I couldn’t do so too. I tried to change my blank expression so that I’d look less heartless, but I couldn’t. I didn’t feel upset. I just felt unsettled, that was it. What was wrong with me? Surely I wasn’t that unfeeling to not even cry on my best friend’s death.

Author's Note

This is the start of a story that I may or may not continue.
If I continue it I'll probably need some advice, so please review :)

Reviews

[Rachael Day]

This has a really great hook and it's well written! I'm interested and want more!! So keep writing because you have great potential. I'd love to read some more of your work. :)