Chris couldn't move. He thought about answering the phone, but he was paralyzed with fear.
Eventually the phone stopped ringing, and Chris sighed a breath of relief. Then he immediately looked back at the paper. Jonny. still shone in bright red. Chris quickly grabbed the knife and ripped a hole through the paper, hoping that it would destroy it or something.
After all, he wouldn't want Jonny to like him just because of some weird magical paper.
He sat back in his chair once the paper was in shreds. His finger was starting to irritate him a little, so he decided to go get himself a bandaid and maybe clean it out a little. He stood up to walk to the bathroom, but he started to feel dizzy. The room was spinning and blurring and before he knew it, everything went black.
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He woke up to the sound of sirens blaring outside. Instictively, he ran to the window to see what was going on. From the way the lights reflected off the windows in the buildings on the other side of the street, he could tell that what appeared to be several cop cars and ambulances were parked down by the corner.
Chris ran outside to join the ever-growing mass of people gathered around to see what the problem was. Whispers of a shootout made their way through the crowd, and it was at that precise moment that Chris's heart sank:
Two men walked out of the convenience store with a stretcher, a white sheet covering the body. He had no actual proof, but Chris knew who it was.
When he reentered his apartment later, the pieces of paper still rested on the kitchen table. He walked over to them and searched through, looking for one specific line of writing. Without thinking twice, he held the paper tightly in his hand as he found yet another use for the knife.
WHAT? That's not a good ending. :(
