The Hidden Truth 1

My hands were trembling.

It was the middle of the night. Outside, rain crashed against the earth like it had something to prove.

Inside my chest… something tightened. A pressure I couldn’t name.

Emmanuel

“So… we killed someone,”

Ryme

“Not intentionally,”

Ryme muttered.

Emmanuel

“Whatever,”

Emmanuel replied, lighting a cigarette with a flick.

The smoke curled like ghosts around us.

We were hiding in an old, abandoned house

Dust lay thick on every surface, like it had been waiting years for this moment.

Monster

“I’m hungry,”

Monster grunted.

Ryme

“I’m thirsty,”

Ryme said, eyes still stuck to the floor.

Emmanuel

“I’m both,”

Emmanuel shrugged.

We laughed

Loud.

Reckless.

Mad.

Like we were celebrating.

Like taking a life had somehow set us free.

The laughter echoed through the dark hallway,

Haunting and hysterical a sound we’d never forget.

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