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If I had a nickel for every time I royally fucked up, I’d be rich and use that money for therapy. I'd always been too curious, too set on having answers. It’s what every single person around me said. But I was always too busy running around like a Hardy Boy to notice. Looking back, I wish I paid more attention to the people around me. It’d maybe have prevented me from being in the situation I’m currently in.
Just a moment earlier, I was walking home from a night shift at the counter store. Then the thud from the dark, endless looking alleyway happened, and of course my idiot self would walk towards the noise rather than walking away from the possible danger.
So here I stood, frozen as my phone flashlight illuminates the glistening red liquid covering the alleyway ground. Blood. I want to step back, I really do. But my body disagrees, stepping forward over a splash of blood. The light reaches farther into the alley, revealing a truly terrible sight. A.....