I couldn't sleep after what happened last night.
I tried calling for the police a few more times, but nothing happened.
Eventually, her screams grew more and more distant to me, it wasn't her, it was me. I was way too tired to handle it, and the shock of it all was too much to handle.
I fell asleep in my easy chair.
I woke up, late for work, so I didn't bother going in.
When I looked outside my window, there was no one there. The pavement was discolored with the blood and I saw a piece of her hand surrounded by crime scene tape and cops in space suits, but where was the body. No one could survive that, at least the shock would have knocked her out, or something.
I looked out my window for the past several blocks and saw nothing, no chalk, no cops, nothing. Everything was focused around that arm. I stuck around long enough to see the piece of arm being taken away. Not in an evidence bag though, but in a dark red "biohazard" bag.
I called up Dave a little while after this, I needed someone to hang out with right now.
He said he'll be over soon.
What the hell is going on?
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