I look at the old chair. I almost forgot about it, but now i slide my palm over its back, feeling the texture and smiling at my memories

Some vague pictures started to show up in my mind...

Its blurry and dark. ...

What is it?!

A person sitting on this chair?..

Who is she?!!

It's too dark to see her face...........

Short hair..............................

Black shirt.......................

Unconscious..............

She is tied back!

Why is she tied back!. Her face.... I can't see it but i see bruises are all over it.

Something smells so good what is it?!

A man is sniffing her. Why do i feel his smelling sense!!?!!

Whats this sweet smell coming from her?!.

He is touching her.......

Something got in his hand.....

It's..... blood.

He is sniffing it again. Smiling and thinking of it as sweet smell.

No more picture is flying in my head anymore. But i still keep sliding my palm over the chair caressing it when i saw some carving into it, another picture poped up.

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She is opening her eyes...

The man gently sliding a knife on her body juuust the way my palm is doing to the chair. I can feel it.

Then he pushed the knife on her hand tied with the chair. The knife got stuck in the wooden chair underneath the girls hand. He pulled it so heard that the wood broke and came off with the knife.

Oh i see that's how this was carved....

Blood was all over her body. The man licked the blood from the knife gently.

Its so close to his eyes i can see the knife clearly....... It's familiar.

Do i have this in my Kitchen?!

I head to the kitchen there i find the same exact knife!!!

He carved some more into this chair i could match them in the exact spot.

The men is heading to somewhere....

Oh he is holding a camera now............

He took a picture of the girl...................

I rushed to the drawer of my dressing table. There i find the picture the man took. Its taken from a far in that dark room so nothing is that clear.

But...................how did i know where will i find the picture!!!! And shouldn’t i save the girl by informing the police?!

i rushed to my car to head to the police station with the picture and the knife.

In my car i saw the same camera from my memory of the man. I opened it to check. Then suddenly.................................,.........................................................................

i remembered.................. he is already dead isn’t he?

I mean im the one who killed him.

Oh sorry i just keep forgetting and switching things. Hehehehe.............