VALERIA

My heart beats so fast that I have to pant and gasp just to get some air. I feel like I’m in a movie. Hell, I wish this is just a movie, because the smell of blood is nauseating and the sight of someone swimming in it is making me want to throw up.

Somehow, I manage to get to my feet, but I genuinely have no idea what to do. For a long while I just stand there looking at Mr. Murdock’s dead body.

I should tell someone. The principal would be the best choice. But ...