MERRIELYNN.
The sight before me was too much to process.
Blood was smeared across every surface, the metallic scent clinging to the air like a cruel reminder. But the word painted on the wall was what shattered me most.
KILLER.
The letters loomed over me, bold and deliberate, each stroke sharp and angry. My chest tightened, and I stumbled back into the doorframe, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps.
Why me?
Why was I always the target?
Why couldn’t I catch a break?
Everything in my life had been spiraling out of control lately, but this… this was worse than anything I could have imagined. Fear gripped me as I stared at the word, my mind racing to make sense of it.
Killer? I repeated it in my head, the word twisting in my mind like a cruel taunt.
I wasn’t a killer.
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