Another free-writing experiment.
– Samuel “Sammy” Fullerton
His face is covered in sweat as he stands over the restroom sink scrubbing his hands until the skin turned red, red like the blood that was being washed away. Not his but an innocent man’s blood. He swore that he would never become what he is now. It was his wish to his dying father as he was passing away on his hospital bed. The last thing that his father ever heard. Now he scrambles about in the bathroom, trying to clean himself of not just the blood stains but the crimes that he has committed.
Sweat pours from his forehead and drips from the tip of nis nose. The blood just wont go away, no matter how hard he scrubs at his hands. The restroom door is locked and the windows are sealed and covered. No one can see the mess that he has made. All of the blood that has stained the sink and floor. The vomit on the toilet bowl and the sweat that covers his distressed and frightened mug. He was a good man once, that’s what he keeps himself. At least everyone else knows him as that still. To him, he is a corrupted soul on the edge of insanity, just a leap away from falling into the fiery pits of hell.
Things shouldve never got this bad. It all started out with him just taking a little money under the table, then he began selling bags of powder to kids on the street. Innocent men were either killed or locked away for the rest of their lives. Now, the evil has began to plague his mind and darken his heart. The blood just wont go away… and then, BANG! Continue Reading