A Guilty Plea || Noah & Liam || One Year Ago
"No, no, no, no" The young man mumbled to himself as he walked down the almost empty midnight streets. Liam was still covered in blood, his blood, his family's blood, but didn't attract any attention from the mostly drunk passers-by. Try as he might to put the pieces together, he couldn't remember anything about what he had just done, but he had done it. There were no fragments of memories, no thought on the tip of his tongue, nothing. He just wasnt' thinking straight, that's what it was. We was clearly insane, it was the only reason, no it still wasn't a reason, he'd just... Well he knew what he had done and the only thing he could do was turn himself in and hope that they lock him somewhere far away from anyone, he was dangerous, clearly.
Stumbling slightly, still in a shock induced haze, Liam made his way to the nearest police station that he knew of. Had been thinking straight he would have called 911 straight away, but he couldn't stay in that room, he'd have drowned in guilt, though, maybe that wouldn't have been such a bad thing after all.