Akyo's P.O.V.
I remained on the couch as she went into the hallway, slowly disappearing in the shadows. I sighed and got up to go to the kitchen. When that girl swung her knife at me, her eyes glittered with fear. It wasn't like anything I've ever seen. There was a story behind her, but I couldn't pinpoint it. I shook the thought away and bent slightly to open the fridge. I glanced at the shelves to see if there was anything to eat. I found some eggs and grabbed them. Beside the fridge was a cabinet. I got bread and a pan and started to cook. It's been awhile since I cooked something. Hope this turns out alright.
After about five to ten minutes, I was done. I gently placed the eggs onto two slices of bread. I then laid another layer of bread on the two. I grinned at my masterpiece and placed them on a plastic plate. A thump came down the hall and made the ground vibrate slightly. I wondered what it was and hesitatingly glided down the down with the plate still in my hand.
"H- hey, sorry to bother you, but are you done in there?" I asked nervously.
"Yeah, just a minute. Hold on." she chirped.
I waited there for a second when she creaked the door open and then suddenly slammed it. A blade lunged at me, but I ducked just in time. Above my head was her, forcefully trying to retrieve her knife from the wall she stabbed. Dammit, now I have to fix that. Then I realized that I shouldn't be thinking about that, but thinking about saving my life.
Why is she trying to kill me? What did I ever do to her? I dropped the plate and dashed out into the living room. I could hear snickering from behind me, getting closer and closer. I searched for the door, desperately. I scurried across the room and landed right in front of the door. I messed around with the door knob frantically, hoping that it would open. C'mon open!
"Oh, kitty come here. You don't need to be frightened." a voice came right beside my ear sending a shiver down my spine. I was already too late.
"Uh, uh, uh... I want to play a game with you." she mocked as she placed a finger on my shoulder. She roughly twisted me around to where I could see her. She pinned me against the door with my hands above my head and started to make imaginary circles on my shirt with the tip of her knife. I struggled to break free from her grasp, but surprisingly her grip didn't budge. I gulped as she glanced up at me.
"Don't be afraid, everything is going to be alright. You won't feel anything..." she smirked and started to push down her knife against my shirt. "Just a few pricks here and there," I winced as the tingles of pain raced up to me.
Blood began to stain my shirt like little puddles of water after a rainstorm. She traced the knife up my chest and I could feel a cut follow behind making me whimper in pain. My shirt tore apart as she sliced my chest, leaving me bare chested. My chest was fully covered in my blood. I closed my eyes ready to feel even more pain, but nothing came.
I opened my eyes to see that tears were rolling down her down her face which caught me off guard. Murderers don't feel remorse for their victims. They kill and take the pride of the killing. She mumbled a few words and for a second I almost thought she was going to stop. But I was wrong as she pushed the side of the blade hard against my neck. It wasn't hard enough though to tear through my skin.
Now tears began flowing down my cheeks along with hers. I knew I was going to die so I just shut my eyes tight when I felt the blade move away from me. Her berserk, bulging eyes softened and dropped the knife. Was she playing games with me? Was she trying to trick me into believing that she won't hurt me?
"No, no. I can't, I CAN'T," she clenched her head and fell to the ground.
I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding in and tilted the head. What is she doing? I slowly bent down toward her and poked her softly. I know that was probably one of the stupidest ideas ever, but I didn't care if she tried to just kill me. I probably should, but something was telling me it wasn't her and I believed that feeling. Maybe she was just not in the right mind. Maybe she just needed some rest so she could think straight again.
I picked her up and held her against my chest though it hurt slightly. I stroked her soft black hair and hummed a melody into her ear. Her breathing softened and she buried her face deeper into my chest.
"I'm so sorry." she quivered, apologizing. I shushed her and pulled her away from me by the shoulder. I looked into her bloodshot eyes with sympathy.
"No, it's fine. You probably didn't mean to do it." I reassured her.
"But, I did mean it! Why can you just forgive me like that? Why not throw me out of here right now or call the police!" she growled with anger in her eyes.
"No, it's okay," I said rubbing her hair. I chuckled and stood up from my spot. I quickly ran to my room and came back with a shirt on.
"There, all better." I hummed. She gave me a scowling look but sighed. She immediately turned to a wall and barked, "Shut Up!"
My eyes widened, but I didn't question it. She just may be delusional after what she did. "So, if it is okay to ask, what is your name?" I asked.
She seemed hesitant, but answered anyway,"Scarlet..." she murmured.
I gasped a little bit with those words. Is she, no, it just a consequence.
"My is Akyo, friends call me Aki." I beamed and held out my hand to her,"I made you some dinner while you were in the bathroom, but it fell after the incident so I have to make some more." I explained to her.
She'd gave me a saddened look like she was trying to say sorry. I grabbed the food I had got out earlier and started to make the food again.
"Your welcome to stay here if you want, if you have nowhere to go," I suggested. She took a few seconds before answering.
"I-... Okay.." she paused. "Thank you," she mumbled.
"No problem," I said. After the food was done, we went to the couch and ate in awkward silence. This was the beginning of a somewhat friendship, well at least for me.
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