I was walking along a bulivard which I was very unfamilliar with. It was a cold thursday night and I was walking around at the time when the freaks were getting ready to go out and spread mischief around the city. My name is Bellem and im 15. I have jet black hair with dark purple highlights and big gray eyes. I wasn't very worried about walking alone because I had my handy-dandy swiss pocket knife! I was totally prepared to shank anyone who came anywhere from here to here. "WOW, thats a freakin old building!!" All of a sudden a very familiar yet annoying voice came up behind me and said " Are you talking to me?"
"No I wasn't talking about you."
Awww you beat me down with your cruel cruel words" Dexter said reaching for my hand. My other hand was near my pocket knife .
"I'm sorry, I'll be careful with what I say! " I yelled with anger and richouse fury. And with that I shanked him.
"Ahh. Why Bellem, why?" He said trying to breathe.
"I~I'm sorry." I said
I ran. I felt so horribe but not at the same time. I was fine with hurting him but he had ruined my life since the day I talked to him. No one knew of his exsistance. He lived in an orphanage and he had no friends, so thats why I wanted to talk with him in the first place. Anyway, because of him I never had a life. Anyone who asked me out was yelled at by Dexter. I turned back to see if he was dead or not, and when I looked back I didnt see him. After that, I ran home.
