BlackOuts

The First

N's P.O.V
I peel my eyes open, I sit up and shake my body, it feels good to move my limbs again. I get up off the bed, the first thing I have to do is change out of these awful clothes. I look through the bag and pull out a black t shirt and black pants. I put them on. Wearing these, I'll be invisibile. I walk over to the window and open it. I don't bother to make the bed look like me, since I- we won't be coming back here. I crawl out the window and quietly shut it. I walk over to the road and start walking down the sidewalk. I feel my pocket for the knife I put in it. I stole it when we were eating. We. I like the sound of that. We. We're two halves of a whole. We make one. We. I walk down the sidewalk, looking for our target.A car's headlights brighten my eyes. It's a red pick-up truck. The guy in it, rolls down the window and says," hey beautiful, you wanna get with a real man tonight?" he winks at us. Gross, fucking perv. I shake my head no. Because I know if I talk I'll end up cussing his ass out. He gets out of his car and walks towards us. He's white and skinny, wearing a white tank top and blue jeans. I back away from him and turn around. He wraps his fingers around our wrist and turns us towards him. He says," come on, sweet thang, you know you want this?". I scoff and say," as if faggot". Shit, I never know when to shut my mouth. He pulls us closer to him and growls out," what'd you say bitch, I'll teach you" he pulls us closer to him. I smell the stank of beer on his breath. He unbuttons the top of our jeans. That's when I snap. I punch him and kick him in the balls, he goes down. I yank him back up and slam him against his car. I take out the knife. Seeing it his eyes widen in fear and he says," look, look, I didn't mean anything, I wasn't going to do anything to yo-" I cut him off," bullshit! you're saying fucking bullshit, you effing fag!, I'm going to teach you what happens when you mess with US!". I take my knife and stab him in the stomach.Blood spewing from his mouth like a waterfall. I see his lips, mouthing words like, please, and stop, and I'm sorry. There's a ringing in my ears and that's about all I can hear. I keep on stabbing him. I feel his body going limp underneath my hands. I know he's dead. I let his body drop onto the sidewalk. My breathing is ragged. I look down at the knife. I realize that I have to hide it. Now. I run through the grass until I reach a river. I drop it in. I wash my hands too. I splash my face with cold water. I check myself to see if I have any blood on my clothes, there is none. Feeling satisfied, I walk to our house, the lights are off and both cars are gone from our driveway. No one's home, perfect. I use my house key and open the door. Feeling completely drained, I lay down on the couch and fall asleep.