A dare was all it was.

That was all it was meant to be.

Are you fucking crazy?

In the grass, you lay on your knees. Hands covered in blood. A knife strewn on the grass. When someone online, some faceless comment, dared you to kill someone... I'm sure they didn't mean it.

A voice is laughing. The man beneath you. His shoulder stabbed. And he mocks you. How could he?

"You, my dear, have terrible aim." He chuckles, like he wanted this.