It was dawn and I was taking a nice little stroll through the woods, because that's just how I roll.... besides, the morning is always the most peaceful time for a walk. Not too far ahead I saw a figure crouching on the ground next to something. I got closer to the person, the crunching of fallen leaves announcing my presence. A boy who looked about my age turned around. A pen and paper was in his hand, a bloody body and a knife next to him, and to top it all off, he was covered in blood. I stared at him with much admiration.
"Greetings and salutations," he cracked a grin that was adorable and psychopathic at the same time.
"Hi. What are you doing?" I asked. He glanced down at the pen and paper in his hand as he got up.
"Oh, our poor friend here has chosen to commit suicide," he chuckled, and I giggled. He smiled even more at me.
"Most people who catch me in the act start running, they usually don't get too far," he paused to chuckle once again, and I smiled. "But you, you're the first one to not run. I'm covered in blood and you don't even flinch. You're different... I like you," he grinned.
"All the best people are crazy," it was my turn to chuckle.
