Unhurtful

Chapter 3

This chapter took me a whole day to write ;-;

Well mainly because I kept getting distractedby other things xD But I'm glad I finally managed to finish this of.

Chapter 3

From the distance I could hear more police cars and ambulances just stopping beside my house. I would suspect they found the bodies by now. I started to laugh as I remembered the scene where I murdered my parents. And Liu. Oh, what a beautiful sight it was. I wouldn't mind shedding some more blood right now.

I pulled out the knife from my pocket and started playing around with it in my hands. I put my head back and fixed my eyes on the sky.

It's been more than an hour. I decided to go back and check if everybody has left. Shoving the knife back in my pocket I promptly made my way down the tree and leaped onto the ground. I stood up straight and looked around the woods.

I could have sworn I heard something in the bushes.

Oh... It must have been the wind.

I was just about to make my first few steps until a shadowy figure caught my attention. It was standing in the distance in front of me. It wasn't moving. Typically a normal person would avoid it and probably run away. 

I'm not exactly normal though. I spat on the ground beneath me and made my way towards the figure. I put my hand in my pocket and grabbed the knife, getting ready in case this dude tried to attack me.

As I got closer to him, I realized he was staring at my house. This dude was a hell lot taller than me. He was wearing a black hoodie, and some navy baggy jeans. His hood was up so I couldn't exactly see his face. 

Why the hell was he staring at my house. I got my knife out, ready to slice his throat until he jerked his head and faced me.

"They left"

Taking a step back in astonishment, I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He was wearing an abnormal blue mask which was covering pretty much his whole face. It had 2 large circles on it, probably representing eyes. His hood was covering his neck and hair meaning I couldn't see his skin color or hair color. Looking down at his hands, I realized he was also wearing gloves. 

"Who are you?"

What kind of person would wear a blue mask, stand in the middle of a forest and stare at a house? 

Great. He turned his head back towards my house and ignored me. 

''You better put that down''.

''Put what down?''

''The knife''

I looked down at the knife which was in my hands and then turned my head back at him. Was he threatening me?

''Why should I?''

Nothing. He said nothing. He just kept staring at my house, looking at it up and down. Urgh, you have got to be kidding me. Whats so interesting about this dump? Why isn't he even afraid of me? I'm holding a KNIFE in my hand! Doesn't he know that I could snap at any moment and literaly end his whole life?!  

After a while, he groaned and faced me again. 

''Isn't this where you live?''

I don't understand why he keeps changing the topic everytime I question him. It was irritating.

''What's it to you? I don't even know who the hell you are. You're pissing me off''.

I then realized he was paying more attention on the knife in my hand, rather than my question.