20 BROKEN

BRIA

It had been three painful days since the murder of Patrick Baker. I woke up after a few hours laying on the cold marble floor. They left me carelessly here while I was unconscious. The lights were dim and the room was quiet. I rubbed my stinging eyes and felt my sore body aching because of sleeping on the cold floor. I winced in pain and rubbed my hands to get some warmth. The incident from before flashed in my mind making me shudder more. A sob threatened to escape from my mouth but I gulped it down as I was too exhausted to shed another tear. I looked around the living room, it was clean like crystal clear. There were no stains of blood as if no one was brutally murdered on this shiny marble a few hours ago. I cringed at the thought of the crimson liquid. With much efforts, I dragged my exhausted body to my room. I would have puked at the memory if I had stayed a minute longer in that living room.