Overwhelming Anxiety

Shit

I sighed as I approached the police district, tucking my hands into my pockets as I walked past the automatic door.

I stared at the floor, trying to avoid all the stares I was receiving as I walked towards the information desk.

"Hello sweetheart, HOw can I help you today~?" The man behind the desk shamelessly flirted.

I Scoffed as I rolled my eyes, leaning against the desk.

"I need information on the whereabouts of Johnathan Pikes confinement center. And stop flirting with me as if you know me, I'm 16" I sighed, tapping my fingers on the desk.

I watched in satisfaction as He gulped, backing out of his plans to flirt with me. It's always funny to watch people bitch out when they finally know you can talk back.

I felt a shiver down my spine as I heard an eerie scream.

"AHA HAHA, AHHHHH. LET ME GO!" A young girl covered in blood cried as she kicked her feet making eye contact with me for a split second, Smirking at me as she gazed into my eyes.

I'd say she was around my age.

"Apologies, He was released four months ago." The worker sighed.

"It's fine," I said, nodding my head, before walking away towards the exit.

I sighed as I walked back into the woods, following the path that leads to the mansion.

I climbed up the side of the wall, Opening my window from the outside.

I jumped when I opened the window to my cat, Chi-Chi, Hissing., and I look on the floor to see Jeffery Being Mauled by Chi-Chi.

"Uhh. Am I interrupting something?" I sighed as I stepped inside my room.

"Get the fucking thing off of me!!!!" Jeffery growled as He wrapped his hands around Chi-Chi's torso, Making her even angrier.

"Please do only touch my cat per request." I sighed as I bent over, Gently grabbing Chi-Chi and pulling her close to my chest, stroking her head.

"Whatever. Where were you?" He growled, Sitting up.

"Looking for my biological parents' murderer."I sighed as I took my sweater off.

" Now for the last time, Get the hell out of my room, The only person allowed in here when I'm not here is Ni. That's that." I sighed shoving him out.

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I had been in my room for hours searching for that motherfucker on the internet.

I didn't take long to search his name, find older social media, and track his IP address.
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Time skip( I'm lazy)

I sighed as I approached a crummy looking loft, located next to a bar

Yup, Just the stereotypical life of a murderer.

I knocked on the door.

Not the smartest choice for someone who's about to murder another murderer, But I would like to get to know him.

"What do you want, kid?" He growled as he opened the door, leaning against the frame.

He reeked of beer.

"I'm Nicolen, Nicolen Yashido," I stated, tucking my hands into my pockets as I bent over quickly, bowing.

I scoffed as I watched his grumpy frown turn into a sinister smirk.

"What was that?" He quickly questioned why I had scoffed.

"Nothing." I quickly apologized.

"Well, Come on in I guess." He snickered, opening the door for me as he waved his arm towards two muddy brown leather chairs.