Don't Be Scared

How It All Started

Reader-Chan/ 16 years old

It was a dark night. I was late home from my best friend's birthday party.

My parents are going to kill me if they find out that I am walking alone in the dark! I thought as I ran down the dark street.

I stopped at the dark alley way. I was wagering if I should take a shortcut through the alley or not. My parents would defiantly kill me if I took the alley.

I decided that it would be best to take the alley. The worst trouble is if they found out. If is good. Well, good enough anyway.

I turned and took the alley. As I ran down the alley, I heard the sound of metal hitting the hard ground. I turned to see what it was.

I saw something on the ground. It was a knife. With someone's blood on it. I picked it up and looked around. I was curious for who dropped it. I start to walk away and then I get tripped by something.

I turn to where my back was on the ground and then stumbled to my feet. I was now scared.

"Hello? Who's there?", I asked terrified.

I heard a rustling in the distance. I saw a shadow like figure about 20 feet away from me. The figure was walking closer and closer to me. The knife must belong to him. But he won't be getting it back anytime soon! He should've thought twice before killing anyone! I thought as I looked at the knife in my hands. I stepped back then looked behind me and back at the man. I ran forward and launched myself at him. I then slashed him with the knife that I held.

The man fell back and I ran up to him, and stabbed him! I stabbed him until he was dead.

I found that there was blood all over my clothes and the ground around me.

I just murdered someone. I didn't even know if he was the one who was the murderer, or if he was getting away from the murderer. I could've just killed an innocent person.

I saw a person running at me. A witness... my parents would kill me!!!! I decided to not take any chances and kill the person. I threw the knife and it hit him in the chest. He hit the ground. I ran up to him and saw he was dead. I pulled the knife from his chest.

I stood up and wiped my face. I then took a deep breath. I killed two people. Wow.

"Y/n? Is that you?", I heard someone say. I drop the knife and look at who said my name.

It was my brother. Jimmy Casket.

"Jimmy? What are you doing?", I asked. I saw that his clothes were bloody as well, "And why are your clothes bloody?", I added.

"I was about to ask you the same thing.", he replied.

Jimmy and I are twins. Not fraternal twins though. But we were born the same day.

"I... uhh... well.", I began, but Jimmy cut me off, "It's fine. I would have the same explanation too."

I was a little confused. Did he kill someone as well?

"Jimmy? Did you kill someone?", I asked worried with what he was going to say.

"Yes.", he replied, "Did you? By the looks of it you did."

I nodded in response. I felt a little guilty for what I have done, but at the same time, it felt good. Not good. Great!

Jimmy walked up to me and gave me a hug. "What made you kill the good guy?", he asked me.

"Two reasons. He was a witness and two, it felt good to kill the first guy. I also didn't know who was good and who was bad.", I said to him as I picked the knife back up. I decided to keep it with me. I could use it.

"That's usually how it ends up. Someone attacked me, so I stabbed them. It felt good, so I decided to kill a few more people, because why not?", he said.

We both giggled a little at what he said. Maybe this isn't so bad after all. The only thing that would be blocking us from doing this is our parents.

After about two hours of Jimmy and I wandering around at night and killing a few people, we decided to go home.

We were twitching as if we drank thirteen Monster energy drinks each! We both had a lust for blood. Who knew that such innocent teenagers could be such devious murderers?

It was the time we had arrived home. I look into Jimmy's eyes, and they were red.

"Jimmy? Your eyes are red.", I tell him.

"So are yours!", he replied.

We giggle. Haha!

I look at him and he nods. We both knew what we were both thinking. Killing mom and dad.

We snuck into our own house. We had came to the agreement that I was to kill mom and he was to kill dad. What we didn't do, was figure out where to hide the bodies.

We snuck into our parent's room and looked at each other to make the final decision. We nodded.

We stood at the end of the bed, took a couple steps back, then launched ourselves to make the kill.

We heard a little muffling coming from them, but then it was silent.

My lust for blood went down and I started to go back to normal.

I see what I have done. I had no feeling and no idea of what I should be feeling.

Jimmy an I had both become full on murderers.

Shortly, we decided to leave the bodies where they were, and just permanently keep the door and windows closed.

I went to the living room and sat on the couch.

After about a half hour of relaxation, I heard sirens. They sounded like they were from police cars.

"Oh, crap!", Jimmy yelled, "We can't stay here y/n. We need to go!"

I grab my knife and bag that I packed, somehow I knew this was going to happen.

We ran out the door. We ran as far as we could.

We reached the border between the city and the dark forrest when we heard gunshots.

Jimmy and I killed a few cops before they started to get out of hand.

"Y/n. Run. Run as far as you can! I will hold them off. Don't worry about me. I got this. Now go!", Jimmy secretly told me. I hesitated before I agreed.

I ran into the Forrest. I ran as fast as I could.

Shortly, I heard a gunshot. Then silence.

I stopped running and climbed a tree and hid in it. I was waiting to see of Jimmy was coming or not.

The sun started to rise, and still no sign of Jimmy. I felt sadness and depression.

Is Jimmy dead?! I thought with tears in my eyes.

I climbed out of the tree and started to walk away.