Out Of Our Control (High School Shoey)

Ch 1- The Neighbor's Daughter

I can't help it. I can't stop it. I can't control it.

My name is Joseph Michael Graceffa, I'm a 16-year-old gay boy who lives in Boston and I am a murderer.

The thrill of it, the adrenaline rushing through my veins. My body craves it. My mind needs it. My heart devours it.

The blood dripping off my fingers; it's so warm and it smells great. I could just...

"JOEY. NOT AGAIN."

I snap back into reality to see my mom standing in the doorway with a terrified glint in her eyes.

"Oh my god." I whisper as I realize what I have just done. I drop the kitchen knife onto the ground and cover my mouth with my blood dripping hands.

What have I done?

I drop to my knees and cry, regretting my horrible and uncontrollable actions.

I just stabbed the neighbor's daughter to death.

"Dammit. We have to move again." Mom says, walking towards me and helping me off the ground. I wrap my arms around her neck and bury my face into her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, mom. I didn't mean to do this. I swear."

"Shh. It's okay, Joey. I know you didn't. This is not your fault; don't apologize for something you can't control." I make my grip on her tighter and cry on her shoulder as she runs her hands through my hair to calm me.

This is my life.

I'm a psychopath and there's nothing anyone can do about it.

~SHANE'S POV~

"OH MY GOD! SHANE! SHANE, HELP US!"

"Calm down, Mrs. Baxter, you're freaking out."

"Can you bring her back?" Mr. Baxter asks. I look down at the five-year-old girl lying in my arms. Her clothes are dripping wet, her skin is pale and icy cold, and she's not breathing.

She's dead.

"Can you tell me what happened?" I ask the anxious older couple.

"We don't know. We just woke up and found her floating in the pool face down this morning. I think she was sleep walking again and fell into the pool. Our daughter drowned to death." Mr. Baxter barely chokes out without breaking down.

I place my hands over her heart and shut my eyes, pulling all my focus into the life this child used to have. Even though my eyes are closed, I know my hands are glowing a florescent yellow due to the burning heat radiating froe me to her. Moments after intense concentration, I hear vigorous coughing and a deep inhale of air.

Ew. Child spit.

"Oh my god!" I hear Mrs. Baxter exclaim in amazement, joy, and relief. I open my eyes to find a little brunette girl coughing and hacking while trying to get air to enter her lungs at the same time. Olive tone of her skin is back and her body temperature is going back up. She has a pulse again.

She's alive.

The relieved couple takes the girl out of my arms and engulfs her in a giant hug. I stand up and smile, happy with my recent actions.

I just brought the neighbor's daughter back to life.

"Thank you so much Shane. You're a life saver."

Literally

"Don't worry about it. I'm just happy I still have someone to baby sit on the weekends." I take Audrey into my arms and bring her into a hug, not caring if I get my clothes wet in the process.

After about ten minutes of them thanking me over and over again for bring their little girl back from the dead, they leave and go back to their house right next door.

"You did a great job, Shane, but it's time to go back to bed. It's four O' clock in the morning and you have school in a few hours. Try to get as much sleep as possible. You worked hard today." Mom says, patting my shoulder. I give her a hug before walking upstairs to my room. I flop onto y bed and drift back to sleep with a smile on my face.

This is my life.

I'm Shane Lee Yaw, I'm a 16-year-old gay boy who lives in LA, and I bring people back to life.