Dimitri
''We killed someone,'' Dion mutters under his breath continuously as his entire body tremble in fear. ''We killed someone. We f*****g killed someone. We're all going to jail. We're all going to rot in jail!'' He exclaims, running his fingers through his hair into different directions while I lean back on my seat, completely in shock—trying to grasp onto something real, something unreachable.
The sound of Dion's voice screaming continues to suffocate me, slowly beginning to fade away but the reality is far more cruel. No matter how hard I try to close my eyes and wake up from this nightmare, everything around me just won't disappear. There's no running away from the fact, we indeed killed someone. We ran over someone when we could've stopped. It doesn't hide t
