I looked at the broken blood-covered mirror fragments on the floor. I saw my reflection in tiny glass shards. I felt a tear fall from my eye. I looked at the bloody body lying on the ground. Did I do this to him? Did I kill Dean?
It was quarter past seven. I’m about to be late. I put the gift in my pocket and got in the taxi to go to the party. I realized that the party had already started with loud music. I got in while I was thinking about I will have so much fun tonight.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the bloody body for a few seconds. I bent down and tried to listen to his breathing. When I realized that he wasn’t breathing, I ran to the stairs. The party was still going on when I got down. I tried to look normal as I walked towards the door and went outside to take a breath. I started crying as soon as I got out. The image of his bloodied body did not leave my mind for a moment. The pieces were not coming together. I didn’t remember how I did it. I strained my memory but it didn’t work. I couldn’t remember anything about how Dean got to that state. If I took my medicines before I left the house, I would remember everything. I went home hurriedly. I can’t stop my tears and the voice of my conscience.
Dean’s big birthday cake was in the middle of the hall. I went upstairs to find Dean and Chris. There were shouts coming from Dean’s room. I ran into the room.
I swallowed my meds. I haven’t been taking my meds for a week thinking my memory has improved. Apparently, it doesn’t improve. I thought of dean. Did I make him like this? I still don’t remember anything. It was a quarter to 12. Meds were supposed to start taking effect in an hour. I started waiting.
Dean and Chris were fighting when I entered the room. I saw them fight for the first time since elementary school. I saw something shining in Chris’s hand. I realized it was a mirror. Moments later, Chris hit Dean’s head with the mirror. I couldn’t move with the shock of the incident. Chris had already fled. I looked at the broken blood-covered mirror fragments on the floor.
I remembered everything. It was not my fault. Just then, a voice came from the door.
-Open the door. It is the police. Don’t budge an inch!