Refugee

Chapter 1: Before It All Happened

I was sitting in my side of the bedroom, my family was gone for a few days. An unfimilliar sound came from the kitchen of our 2 bedroom apartment. It wasn't very common for there to be sounds, considering the nights were soft and quiet in the streets of Europe.

Another sound. It sounded like our expensive glass vase had broken! My mom had saved a ton for it!

I left my room and saw a strange shadowy figure approach me, one of our knives in its hands.

"Sshhh..." The figure spoke in a deep, scary voice. I didn't like it. I think it was a man.

He came closer, I backed up against one of our extremely thin walls, I then grabbed a knife, and ran to another wall. He was scary. It was so dark. He came too close, and I screamed, running, accidentally stabbing him in the arm.

He yelled in pain. I was scared, worried, nervous, and frightened. I didn't know what to do! He came after me, tackling me to the floor. I fell down and he held his knife to my neck.

"I told you to shut up!" He yelled in his deep voice.

"Sorry..." I said, and stabbed him in the shoulder, he screamed in pain. I pushed him off, and before I could run, he stabbed my ankle.

It hurt so bad! Blood was running down my foot, I was screaming in pain, crying, trying to get away... He took the knife out, and stabbed my foot. It was even more painful.

"Gahhhh!! Stop! Stop! Stop!! Please!!"
I screamed at him as my foot bled a ton more, I cried harder.

He took the knife out, and attempted to stab my knee before I stopped him, and pinned him to the floor.

I held the knife to his throat, and he started coughing. Suddenly, blood is everywhere. On my clothes, my hands. EVERYWHERE!

I was screaming, I had to stop his suffering. I took the knife out of his neck, I cried harder as I raised it above his heart. I stabbed him, hard, blood gushed everywhere. The floor, my hands, my arms, my legs. I was in shock. I had just... I killed him.

I couldn't accept the fact that I killed Him, an innocent man. I bursted out in tears, screaming "What have I done?!"

I was a murderer. I killed him. I killed someone. I KILLED someone. Me, nice little Anna, killed, Murdered, I, Anna, was a criminal.

I couldn't take this back. What will they think? My family, my friends, what'll they think?

Will they think I was a criminal? A murderer? Someone who couldn't be trusted? Unstable? Stupid?
I don't know. I'll never know.

A knock on my door. I opened it.
"What happe-" The police said before being cut off by me, crying and bloody.

"Come with us." They said as they tied rope around my hands, pulling me to the police station. They put me in a cell. "Stay here." They told me.

I drifted asleep before anything else could happen. I drifted asleep after
Murdering someone. How could I be so selfish?