Unhurtful

Chapter 1.

Hello my lovely people. Well, heyy... this is my first fan fiction here. I doubt anybody would read this or even like it, but I'll atleast have something to do in my freetime.

If anybody is wondering about this book, it is about Jeff AFTER he has killed his brother Liu. Haha. Yess it sounds very boring, but it won't only be about him and his brother. :D Don't worry, this will get interesting. hopefully LOL.

Majority of this will be in Jeff's point of view, until a new character is introduced <3

Chapter 1

Right after his eyes went wide open, I slammed my hand over his mouth before he had a chance to say a word. He was trying so hard to escape my grip, it was annoying, but awfully amusing to watch. I didn't know what he was thinking though. Did he even recognize me? Is he scared of seeing me like this? Why would he be scared? I'm beautiful.

Shaking my head from those questions, I reached down and took the knife from my pocket with my other hand still covering his mouth and blocking out his last-minute screams. I felt the knifes handle and pulled it out from my pocket. I jerked his head up and pointed the tip of the knife right towards his throat. Why the hell were my hands shaking? Why was he still trying to escape my grip? I stared at him, with my knife still pointing towards his throat. Finally he opened his eyes and stopped shaking. It seems as if he was relaxed. Haha. Was he actually relaxed? Maybe just confused why I still didn't kill him yet. He was trying to say something but I couldn't figure out what. My hand was still covering his mouth.

Why can't I kill him?

That's it. I'll finish him of right... now...

"Shhh... Just go to sleep"

I brang the knife up and straight down, slicing his throat and leaving a huge gash. I took a step back, watching him helplessly gasp for air. Watching my own brother die in front of me. Dying because of me.

I clenched my fists as he was breathing no more.

''Liu...'' i whispered to myself. My voice was shaking.

I stood there with my mouth open, unable to say anything else. I just stared at his dead body, but instead of doing anything else, I placed the knife back in my pocket and walked out of his room. I looked back at him, hoping I would see him start breathing again, but it was hopeless. I turned back and walked down stairs and into the living room. The blood on my hand caught my attention. Liu's blood.

Hmph.
I wiped the blood of on my hoodie and layed down on the coach and simply stared at the ceiling above me. I couldn't think - my mind was completely blank. I noticed how quiet it was in the house. So... Peaceful? Tranquill?

''No...''

It was quiet, but I felt lonely. It hasn't even been an hour since I was apart from my family and I already feel isolated? I slapped myself.

''What the hell is wrong with me?''

I was the one who killed them. They wanted to kill me in the first place. I shouldn't regret my actions.

I decided to call it a day. A really bloody day in fact. The day I lost everyone who once meant everything to me. Great. The only person I have left is me. But I'm not that bad.

I got both of my arms and covered my face and eyes and simply went to sleep.