It began with an argument which in fact seemed normal to all who came over that evening. It was around eight, Yume's older sister who had recently returned home from work, following a few hours, in the long run, Eve, also known as Yume's older siste...
As I was saying, I had proactively packed a few clothes, food, money, water, and a few important essentials. I had no clue where I wanted to go after leaving home, but I figured I would just plan it out as I am taking a stroll, which is all I'm doing. But since I had my dearest companion walking with me, I wasn't apprehensive as usual to go on my daily walk, then again, this time, I'm more likely to be a fugitive. I am now an individual who doesn't have a home and requires a place to rest, since most vagrants generally remain outside in a frightening rear alleyway, Yume chose to find one that didn't look as sickening..
After hours of searching, Yume had found an alleyway, and started to clean it up a little, there was spray painting of random graffiti on every wall of both buildings. It was lovely but I didn't want to lay there in case it was still wet or something, who knows it could've been. Any who, there was this one section that looked a lot cleaner than any other alleyway. I wasn't sure whether it was claimed by some other vagrant, but I didn't care. It was mine now.
After what felt like an hour of just sitting here, thinking, I felt a presence getting closer and closer. It was pitch black in this alleyway, I could barely see anything but thanks to the lights outside, I could see just enough. I had propped my phone up for some light on top of some dirty boxes. There was this white guy with typical black straight hair, although I would have mistaken him as a woman for how long his hair was. He approached me walking slowly as if he was a predator and I was his prey. I'm exaggerating but still, it's what it seemed like!
He spoke up and said, "What are you doing in an alleyway all alone?" and with that he walked a little closer, like back the fuck up man. I didn't feel like explaining myself, and I also had a knife with me for self-defense.
The guy crouched down to my level where I was like⤵️
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Trembling like a lost cold kitten, I was terrified that he was planning to attack me, because people might not look as innocent as you think they are. The guy then backed away saying, "Yeah yeah alright, sorry for disturbing you." Before leaving he muttered something, "She's so stupid, thinking she'll survive in this alleyway full of creeps." He was right about one thing, however he didn't know that I had a sharp object with me. Then he took a speedy turn, like he was dancing with the wind, and attempted to take my backpack away from me, so I slashed my blade against the man's throat giving him a slight admonition, since I could really slice him and proceed with it. Believe me I am no killer, but if he attempts to try something again just assuming that what happened was luck, then I might actually go through with plan B. I disdain attracting attention, so I'll remove myself from this area and go further into the alleyway, If it ever comes to plan B that is. The man staggered back a little, faltering, checking if the injury was sufficiently profound, which it wasn't big. It was a minuscule scratch. He's such an idiot if he thinks he can win against a person with a blade in hand.
He rushed towards me, in an eccentric manner, like a sociopath. He strived for my backpack, but missed poorly. I hopped up and flipped behind him with a firm grasp around his neck, which is utilized to limit his breathing. It felt like I was a villain, adrenaline was pumping in my veins and I knew I wanted to continue with this. I pierced my blade against his skin, seeing it tearing up again, a new wound, he wasn't even screaming for leniency, I questioned, "Was he searching for this?" Since this type of stuff isn't what I normally would do, I just hoped that I wouldn't be seen. I shifted his head to an agreeable point, and sliced it as if I was using a butter knife on a piece of bread. I then let him go and pushed him to a nearby wall, letting him fall to the ground shaking vigorously. The fact that I killed him, and I actually went through with plan B, I was freaked out, it made me laugh a while later, cuz I just wanted to sleep with silence, and well now I can.
