A better way to live {Hazbin hotel fanfiction}

Chapter twenty four

I looked back on my murder scene. 
My emotions were a mess. 
I wanted to laugh, scream, cry. 
But I didn't do any of those, I turned, walking silently out of the house.  
Walking down the street, A cold breeze blew past, chilling everything.
It made me think of the first time I saw Rosie, curled up on the stairs of her tailor shop, crying. 
My heart tore in half. 
Nothing could bring her back, no one would ever fill her place in my life. 
Tears rolled down my face. 
I didn't stop them, I just kept a slack expression and tried to deal with it. 
She was gone, end of story. 
I had just murdered her killer, but nothing would ever be the same. 
Ugh. 
I wiped my face and took a detour. 
I couldn't let anyone see me like this. 
The woods were a place I loved, because no one was ever there. 
Except for hunters, but no one would be hunting at this hour of the day. 
My feet felt like lead, but I walked. 
Trudging through the woods, I pulled my jacket closer and tried to numb myself from any and all emotions. 
They were worthless now. 
I heard a snap. 
Looking up, I twisted in a circle, trying to find out where it had come from. 
A little jumpy, I started sprinting. 
If anyone saw me wandering in the woods with a bloody axe, everyone would assume the worst. 
No matter how horrible the truth was. 
Footsteps chased behind me. 
What?! Who the fuck?! 
I really couldn't deal with this right now!
SHIT! Who the hell would be in the woods at two in the morning?!  
No... not footsteps, and there were a lot of them. 
I growled and ran faster. 
What even was this?! 
I heard yelling. 
I stopped. 
Who or what was-?  
BANG! 
I stumbled. 
Everything after that was a blur. 
I keeled over, my head in agony. 
I didn't know what was going on. 
Barking. 
I heard barking and froze. 
No! NO WAIT! 
Blood dripped, pain ensued, dogs barked. 
This was a hunting ground, they did what they were trained to do. 
I didn't know how far they could be heard. 
How far my screams and cry's would have carried. 
It's not like I cared at the moment.  
Agony was the last thing I knew, before blankness and falling.