Bar Guy

*You feel the tears pushing against your eyes before you realized what had happened. You stare down at the gory mess you had just made, so you decided to run. Far, far, far away. You walk up to the house on the hill and luckily the kind man in the blue sweater let you inside. You had been there for 3 days, a tall man seated next to you as you cried silently thinking about how you wanted to tear your nails off because of what you had done to those people.*