Miroku part 3

I was spooked by  a sound in the kitchen, and went to investigate. I walked in and saw something that made my skin crawl... Nonai was lying in a pool of blood next to a bloody knife. I hurried and checked her vitals. She was dead.

I picked up the knife and put it back down again. It was from the kitchen cabinet... And I had just touched it. I was going to be the one they blamed now. I desperately washed off the knife praying that no one would see me. Then I cleaned the blood off the floor. The only thing that remained was Nonai's bloody body... I took it to the forest and hid it under a redwood root ( I didn't know why I didn't just bury it.

When I got home my mother still weren't there. I was covered in blood, so I tried to wash it all off in the kitchen. I heard a car in the driveway and panicked .

" Miroku we're home!" My foster mother said and walked into the kitchen. " Where's Nonai? Her old mother cancelled her trip just to take her back."

She looked to my bloody hands and shirt.

" Honey...what happened?"She walked over to me and trembled.

" I... No-" I started to speak but trembled in fear.

" Miroku what happened! Are you hurt? Where's Nonai? Answer me!"

I held the clean knife in my hands, and started to think...

If she found out that Nonai was dead she would blame me for it.

I'd go to prision and get a death sentence... and die painfully.

Might as well just...

I picked up the knife and gulped... then struck myself in the neck. There was a sharp pain and then blackness...