I raised the knife above my head, I love you dad! a tear rolled down my cheek, and I stabbed him the the back of the neck. He stumbled trying to stay on his feet but finally fell to the ground of the alley. I looked at him satisfaction in my eyes and my heart. I pulled the knife from the back of his neck and walk over to where Alex was shivering on the cold cement as the cold blood washed over his body. He's near to death.... do I let him live for a while longer and suffer, or kill him now? He tried to stop me..... he's already considered dead! I walked slowly towards him and knelt down.
"Your know Alex, I really hate you!" I said with rage and yanked the knife from his arm making him scream. I looked into his eyes and found fear, he wasn't going to show it. He wasn't going to cry. Ill MAKE you cry!!! I thought angrily, and stabbed him in his ankle. He yelled,
"Why?!?!? WHY!?!?'' he screamed again and again.
"Why not?" I whispered and stabbed my last knife in his chest, his eyes widened... the pain must have been truly awful, a tear was making its way down his cheek. He gave one last breath and then he was dead. I stood up. They were dead....... I killed them.... their blood was on my hands. I turned and looked at the two bodies, I grabbed them and put them in a dumpster, I closed the dumpster lid and walked away.... blood on my hands, my gaze gave away nothing as I walked down the street.... knives in my hands. I arrived at the house, the door was locked.... Drake was still asleep. I slowly made my way down to the stone steps and sat there. Im safe! Im sorry dad.... killing them was the only way to take the pain away. I leaned against the door and fell asleep. I woke up when the door to the house opened and I fell backwards. I was looking up into Drake's eyes, his gaze touched me and brought peace to my mind. He picked me up off the ground and carried me to the couch.
"Im sorry..." I began,
"It's fine, you did what you thought was right. I've got to know.... are they dead?" He asked curiously looking at my bloody hands.
"Yes." I said satisfied.
He leaned down and kissed me.
"Your not mad that I killed people?" I asked.
"Well a little ..... but they did try to kill you and I know you just want to live in peace. Now you can." He smiled and kissed me again.
About 10 minutes later I got off the couch and went into the bedroom and rolled in bed, exhausted. I drifted to sleep and slept better than I had ever slept before. Now.... everything was perfect.
