Tears were streaming down my cheeks, my hands were shaking uncontrollably. I couldn't stop sobbing, I couldn't stop my panic.
I was afraid, terrified and traumatized.
I looked down my hands, which were still shaking and slightly red, because of the bits of blood I wasn't able to wash off yet, too shocked of what had happened.
The knife was next to me in a plastic bag on the table. Probably sticky and red, like my shoulder. The wound was covered, but the unwashed blood was all around it.
I looked around me, I tried to look through the windows of the sherrif's office. All the cops were rushing through the halls, running in and out the police station.
I murdered someone. I killed a guy.
The image of his blood on my hands appeared in my mind. His lifeless eyes staring, popped up into my brain. Blood all over the floor, his gun by his side.
I tried convincing myself, that I wasn't a murderer. That I would've been murdered if I didn't kill him, but just seeing his corpse on the ground..
I did kill him, I actually killed someone.
"Y/N!" I heard his familiar voice outside the office. Tommy ran through all the cops and rushed inside. Immediately as he was in reach of me he grabbed me and pulled me into his chest. I burst out in tears and grabbed him.
"It's alright, you're safe now," he hushed me. As he grabbed me tighter the whole situation started playing in my head.
A gunshot was heard through the house, then screams. I immediately grabbed a knife from the kitchen table and fast, but quietly ran out of the kitchen.
I saw the owner of the house run away into his car through the window, leaving me here. All I got to be for him was his service.
The backdoor was two rooms left, through the livingroom. I sneaked passed the halls and as I was about to enter the livingroom I heard a shot and a sharp pain in my shoulder got me down on my knees. I screamed and dropped the knife.
Footsteps were heard behind me, I fastly stood up and as I grabbed the knife I was thrown into the livingroom, falling on the table made out of glass. It shattered, leaving several cuts on my body.
I reluctantly stood up again and saw the burglar appear in front of me, directing his gun at me. I froze.
"Don't move!" He yelled and I listened, he took a few steps towards me and pushed me down on my knees.
He kept his gun directed at me, I heard a click, as sign he loaded his gun. I panicked and out of nowhere I pushed his gun to the side, jumped up and stabbed the knife into his chest.
He dropped the gun and fell to the floor, looking at me before he blew out his last breath.
I dropped the knife and started hyperventilating. Next thing that I remembered, was me sitting in the ambulance, sent to the police station after.
"I killed him, Tommy," I whispered hoarse. "I'm a murderer," my voice broke as I sobbed.
Tommy looked at me with concern in his eyes. "No, Y/N, you're not," he took my hands and squeezed them slightly. "He was going to kill you, he was the murderer. You defended yourself, you did what you had to do," he made clear.
My hands started shaking again. Tommy started crying. "I was terrified, Y/N. I was scared I had lost you," he suddenly said.
"Rushing to the station almost drove me crazy, I am so glad you are alright. What you did was the best you could've done. You may have saved many life's."
He hugged me again, almost feeling like he wouldn't be able to let me go. "Thank god, you're still here with me," he whispered.
That was the first time since the accident I didn't blame myself. Tommy made me realize that.
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Yes, it's Tommy Clark, from Heroes Reborn. If you haven't seen it, don't worry, it's still the actor, Robbie Kay.Hope you all liked this. PixieTwin268 helped me out a bit with the idea, thanks a lot❤️.
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Robbie Kay / Peter Pan Imagines
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