"No one would understand"

Glass Walls never loses a fight

{Glass's POV}

It's cold and the blood from my hands are starting to freeze, my gun got knocked out of my hand when I was fighting it's a good thing that I had a knife or I would have lost. I take a good look at the person I'd killed and asked mostly to myself and to my sister's pet cat "who is this guy?" my mind tells me everything I need to know so asking questions to myself is a thing I do my mind can tell me answers I walk over to a cold lake and the cat tells me "it's cold are you sure you want to do that?" in a deep and calm voice, I shrug "eh, not anymore" I step away and ask him "how can I clean my hands then?" not even my mind can find an answer for that. The cat steps forward "come down to where I can reach you" the cat tells me "fine" I say and kneel down and hold my hands out and he starts licking my hands I humm and tilt my head "smart" I tell the cat "but isn't it gross to you?" I ask, he nods and continues licking soon my hands were fully clean, I stand and walk over to my gun picking it up "let's go" I take off my glasses and put them in my pocket while the cat follows.

(This is another half of the story with Glass Walls. the first to type Tea in the comments will be the person that will be in my story man might just see who Glass lives with)