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Didn't Mean It [Out-of-Order Challenge]

“I didn’t mean it,” Jake mumbled. “I-I didn’t-”

“Fine, man! It doesn’t matter, let’s just get the hell out of here!” Andrew pulled on his friend’s arm in vain- Jake didn’t move.

“We should… get him to a hospital,” Jake stuttered, staring blindly at the body in front of him. There was blood on his hands… there was blood on his hands.

“No hospitals,” Andrew said quickly. “Hospitals ask questions. Look, soon the cops are gonna show up, and-” He stopped abruptly, his face draining of color. “Sirens,” he hissed. “Look, man, I’m going!” He hesitated briefly before turning and running out into the streets.

Jake stayed frozen to the spot. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.” Red and blue lights lit up the walls around him. Lit up the corpse.

He stood still as two officers ran out of the car and grabbed him. He mumbled incoherently as they shackled him, reading off words that had never applied to him until today.

“I didn’t mean it.” His breath fogged up the window of the police car.

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