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    I woke up some time before dawn, feeling utterly exhausted. I sat up in my bed and looked over at Namjoon, who was sleeping soundly next to me. There was just enough light in the room that I could see the steady rise and fall of his bare chest. The window was still open from my panic attack last night, and a cool morning breeze blew on my skin. Goosebumps formed. I decided to put some clothes on. I got up and went to my dresser, feeling around in the dark until I found a sweatshirt and pulled it on. Then I found a pair of pyjama shorts, put those on, then crawled back into the bed. I snuggled up to Namjoon’s warmth and kissed him softly. If only I had never started killing. If only Namjoon never figured out that it was me. Then maybe we wouldn’t be in this mess- waiting for the police to come and take us away. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I got you into this.” I whispered against his lips. I soon fell into slumber once again.

    I wasn’t quite asleep, but I was not conscious of everything around me when I heard some foggy, echoing noise in my ears. It took me several seconds until I realized that it was someone pounding at the front door. Before I knew it, Namjoon had shot up out of the bed, scrambling to grab his clothes off the floor and put them on. Another round of hammering at the door.

    “Police! Open up!” I heard a rough voice shout. This was it. They waited a moment for a response, but forced the door open when nobody came. I heard the shuffling of several pairs of shoes move throughout every room in my house, then up the stairs. I sat frozen still on my bed, waiting for them to reach my bedroom door and bust it down. They started at the far end of the hallway until they finally burst through my door, guns up and trained on both Namjoon and myself. “Hands behind your heads and get on your knees!” They demanded. We did exactly what they told us to. One of the cops roughly grabbed my wrists and cuffed them behind my back