Smoking Guns

Was he accusing me of killing my best friend? Once again words were lost as my head went spiraling out of control. Flashes of my nightmares flashed through my brain at a horrifying speed - and then. It all made sense. I was always the one that was slamming the knife into his chest in my dreams. - Could it possibly be that I had killed him without really knowing it? Instantly I shook my head in feeble attempt to rid my mind of these assumptions. “No.” I said in a quiet but firm tone.