Page 60 of The Game

“Don’t shoot her, it was self defense.” I crack open an eye and see my mom standing there. Three uniformed police officers standing in the room I’m in.

“Drop the knife.” One yells at me and I start to panic. Who has a knife behind me? Is someone trying to kill me…Damon?

I look at my arm and chest, I’m covered in blood. I shuffle backwards in a panic whose blood is this?

I bump into something large. I turn and see the lifeless eyes of Malcolm staring up at me.

I scream.

Looking down in my hand, and a bloody knife drops free.

I killed Malcolm.