Hi there! I'm glad you are reading this. I really needed someone to know what really happened that day.
At the beginning it felt like sinking in an ocean of pure redness. Sticky, thick redness that clang to my skin and crushed the breath out of my chest. I fought with all my strenght, but the redness just slithered around my raving punches and kicks, mocking me as it oozed free from the grasp of my clutching hands. Staring on me malevolently with ever-shifting orbs of a darker red... blood red... blood.
I woke up with a start, panting and covered in sweat, sticky, thick sweat. No, I said to myself, it's over, it was just a dream. I chuckled with a relief that bordered in madness and wiped the sweaty hair off my forehead with my fingers. That's when I saw it, the blood in my fingers. Rather, in my hands. Hell, there was blood all the way up to the elbow. I stared at my blood covered arms in disbelief as a new horror dawned on me. Oh God, please no, I screamed in my mind as I slowly turned my head to my right. But yes, she was there, my lovely Joanna, or what was left of her, not lovely anymore. I stared in silence for what felt like hours, then silently I got up and stepped out to the balcony, looking down. 9 stories. It should be more than enough. Im sorry Joanna, I thought as I fell, my clothes flapping in the cold air of the night as if in slow motion. But now we'll be together. And whatever took hold of me won't hurt you or anyone ever again. But, as my body crashes against the ground and the life leaves my body, I understand...I should've known better...
Anyway! By now you surely are wondering how I couldve written this if I died. Well, my friend, the fact is that I didn't really write it and you are not really reading it. Maybe you'd like to wake up now. I apologize, that was a poor choice of words. You are definitely not gonna like it when you wake up, hehe. Farewell.