Witness

Witness

The next morning he woke up and was traumatised from the night before, he was sweating and panicking and was wondering if it was all a dream. Frankie got flashbacks of the three tall men and everything he heard was tormenting him in his head. Panicking and worrying he knew he had to escape and find a new place to live to get away and turn his back on all the danger, a new job was his priority and he would do anything to get one as he was unemployed in the most unpleasant way he wanted. Frankie was the witness of something he believed was demonic, rage and anger hit him like a double barrel shotgun, he was pissed off that he had lost his job as a kid and wanted to overcome all of his problems.The thought of still being followed haunted him and made him terrified for every step he took. Frankie got even more angry the thought of losing his job and the fact that he could still be followed. He grabbed a knife off the table and ran onto the street. The kid stormed towards the first person he saw and jammed the knife straight into the mans chest. Blood splattered everywhere and frankie was covered in red. He was uncontrollable and insane and was annoyed because he thought he had nothing to live for anymore. Immediately, sirens in the distance rang and echoed until the police arrived to frankie, the young kid wanted to hand himself in and didn’t care about anyone. Frankie witnessed something evil and now he wanted to be evil.