Week 33: Maëlle

It was the 3rd day of the 2nd month of the 1st year of confinement. Time was passing very slowly, my neighbours were getting very bored, as was I. Parents of my friends were fighting, arguing, shouting and screaming at each other. One night, I heard deafening screams echoing through the cold night. I decided to find where they were coming from. I walked across the street and opened my neighbour’s door, without knocking. I saw a man on the floor, barely alive. I ran to a phone and called 911. Then, I saw footprints of blood, I followed them…