If I Could Save You OHSHC Fanfic [Yaoi/ BxB]

Part 1

I move around in bed and roll onto my back. I open my tired eyes and look at the ceiling, but I only see darkness. I grab my phone and click the button. It powers on and the brightness is all the way up. I squint from the light. Once my eyes adjust a bit, I look at the time. 12:26? I should be asleep. Why am I having so much trouble?

I hear a noise from the kitchen and jolt up in my bed. It's probably just my sister in the kitchen to get food, but I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I silently get up and open my drawer. I slip my hand in and grab my knife that I keep in there for emergencies, and for some reason, I feel that I'm going to need it. I creep stealthily across the hallway and peek my head into the kitchen. I gasp quietly and throw my hand over my mouth as tears slip out of my eyes, falling to the ground. I look back to make sure my eyesight wasn't failing me.

No. It's true. There's a man standing with a bloody knife in his hand with crazed eyes looking around all over the place. Laying next to his feet was my sister, bloody and lifeless. I shake my head. Snap out of it, Ash! I've got to find a way out, and fast! I think to myself, but my thoughts are interrupted by sounds of movement. I glance over at my sister's murderer. He spotted me. He starts to walk slowly to me and stares at me with those terrifying dark eyes.

He comes closer and I back away in fear. Suddenly, he dashes towards me. He grabs the cloth of my childish penguin pajamas. He brings my face to his nose. He takes a deep breath in with his eyes closed then speaks, his voice smooth and deep, "What a wonderful scent."

I stand still, petrified with fear. The man slides the knife across my cheek and I feel it slowly go into my skin. I pull away and quickly use my knife to attempt to stab the man. He dodges my knife and digs his own into my arm. I scream and he pulls the blade out of me. I cover the wound with my free hand .

Tears escape and fall down my face. "Please," I whisper, barely audible.

"Hmm?" He looks over from him wiping his knife off with his blue, cotton shirt.

"Are you going to kill me?" I ask him.

"Kill you? Why, of course.. As you can see," he motions towards my sister, "I've killed her and," he pauses for dramatic effect, "I've killed your parents, as well."

"Why?" I ask him, my voice quiet and shaking.

"Well, aren't you a curious one? Well, you're going to die anyways. Why not?" He walks over to the sink and turns on the water. He puts his knife under the water and starts to rub it.

He begins to explain, but I don't listen to him. What I do is slowly make my way around to his back to where he can't see me. As soon as I'm sure that I am no longer in his field of vision, I creep up behind him and use my knife to impale his back as hard as I possibly can. He gasps and turns around. I twist the knife and he falls to the ground.

He rolls over onto his back and grins at me as he spits up blood. "A smart one, aren't you?" he mutters out. Those were his last words.

I look at my hands. I'm a murderer. I shake my head quickly. No. It was self defense. He attacked me first. And, he was going to kill me! I had to do something! I reassure myself.

What do I do now? I look down at my arm as the shock wears off and I begin to feel the pain of the wound.

I walk to my bedroom and grab my phone. No, I don't call 911. Actually, I call my best friend, Kai. The phone rings four times then he picks up.

"Ash? It's 1:00 in the morning. What are you doing up?" He obviously just woke up.

"Kai, um, s-something happened. C-could you possibly come over?"