I Can't Save You (Kellic)

Chapter 2

Gravel crunches under my tires as I park away from Jessica's house. I knew the person who lived two houses away from her, so it wasn't hard to tell them that I needed to park my car there. They weren't even at all suspicious.

My car mirror was open as I was fixing any stray hairs. It's funny that I thought that I had to look good to do something so bad.

My gloves smothered my hands, making it to where I couldn't move them like I wanted to. Sometimes I wish that detectives weren't smart enough to detect finger prints, because honestly, I hate gloves. It'd be so much easier to be able to actually feel my fingers do what they were going to do.

I got out of the car slowly, lightly shutting the door once I was standing outside. No one was outside at this time except maybe a walker or two. This was absolutely perfect; and silent too.

The knife that I had slipped between the waistband of my boxers was rubbing against my thigh with each step, reminding me of what was going to happen in about twenty minutes from now. It took all of me not to smile from anticipation.

There was a slight breeze flowing through the neighborhood that made this night seem deadly, either that or the fact that you could hear a pin drop within the layers of silence. Or maybe it was just my imagination making all of this up because I had more information than anybody else that inhabited these houses. As I said before, I love feeling superior, and all of this just added to the feeling.

A shuffling of leaves sliced through the much appreciated quietness, causing me to snap my head in the direction of said sound. A boy in his twenties scurried out of his small house and into the direction of his shitty car. For a second, we made eye contact. Awkward, horrible, terrifying, eye contact. Because within the few seconds of our eyes locking, I got to see emotion within his irises.

His eyes were chocolate brown and I knew this because they blended in with the darkness of the night. His arms were covered with the material of his sweater that he probably wore all the time. I bet he hasn't washed it in a while.

His cheeks caved in a bit, but it didn't look intentional or like he wanted them to cave in the way they did.

His skin, much like his eyes, blended in with the night because he was a little bit darker than a normal Caucasian. I think he's Hispanic.

"What are you doing out this late?" He called out from beside his car. I really wasn't prepared for a question or even him talking to me. But, within his curiosity I had to find an answer that I wasn't prepared to say.

"Walking." I simply said back. It wasn't a lie. I was walking to Jessica's house.

"Where to? I've never seen you around here." He said. My knees began to tremble from anxiety. Anxiety came from the unknown, and what I didn't know was where this was going to go because yet again he had asked a question that I wasn't expecting to get asked.

"Then you didn't look hard enough." I snapped.

"Hey hey hey, no need to get defensive. I'm just saying that I'd notice a person like you in this neighborhood." He flirted. Inside, I cringed. Why would he be flirting with me? Oh yeah, he doesn't know what I do and is going off looks. But sadly, those aren't the best either.

"I just moved in, uh, over in the next street." I stuttered, my lip beginning to quiver in fear. The guy dropped the conversation and continued on with his life, just like that.

With my anxiety filled state, I continued to walk to her house which by now, I was almost in her driveway. Soon enough, I was standing in front of her door, knocking as well as I could with shaking hands.