I was laying in my uncomfortable cott as I questioned why I was running free. As a matter of fact, I look and act suspicious. My eyes tend to freak people out, because of the color. My light skin and white hair tend to make people stare. I don't have anyone to look out for me. Nobody who cares. I only remember glimpses of my childhood, before the incident.
My birth father was psychotic. I believe he is one of the reasons I turned out this way. And he is the reason I'm now living in an orphanage.
When I was 5 years old, I did something to make him angry. Angry enough for him to hold down my hand while he chopped off the ring finger on my left hand. When I went to kindergarten the next day, one of the other kids saw what was left of my finger(a tiny stump, about a 6th of what my finger used to be) and told the teacher. The teacher asked me what had happened, and because I was a kid, I told her the truth. Then, Child Protective Services got involved, and took me away. Some legal shit allowed my birth parents to keep my sister, who's name I can't remember. I still have nightmares about it. They plague my mind, and it's hard to get away from it.
You're still wondering what I was referring to earlier? Well, that would be the people I've murdered over the past year. Every chance I got to sneak out, I would. And I would steal alcohol, and murder people who I had grudges against.
I closed my eyes, trying to sleep, again. I felt a weight on top of me.
"Cole, for the last time, don't wake me up in the middle of the night," I grumbled. Cole was a kid who had been attached to me from the day he was put in the orphanage, since he thought my strange looks made me some sort of superhero. He was like a little brother to me, and I cared about him more than anyone else in the world. It took me a few seconds to process that a 5 year old wouldn't weigh as much as the person pinning me down.
My eyes snapped open, surprising the person holding me down. I assumed they were male for the time being. He was wearing a black mask with white details- a wide creepy smile, and a film over the eyes that looks like white film, so the guy inside could see. He was wearing a hoodie with a black and white checker pattern, black pants, and black gloves. His hair was a light brown. I know there's a name for that color, but but can't remember it.
He was holding a knife to my neck.
"If you don't want to die, I suggest you take my advice," He said. His voice was deeper than it should have been, seeing his small stature and very small Adam's apple.
"Sure thin' buddy," I said quietly.
I was being quiet for two reasons. First, if I woke up any of the other orphans, this guy was going to kill them. Second, he was holding me down in a very... awkward position. His legs were between my legs and one if his hands was holding mine above my head, and using his other hand to hold the knife to my neck. Very um... awkward.
"There are a few people looking for you. One of them will be wearing a similar hoodie to the one I am. You avoid these people at all costs, until I give you the clear. Don't, and I will murder everyone important to you, and make you wish you were dead too," He threatened.
"Kay, that's... I'll do that, now 'et out," I whispered loudly.
"I have warned you. Do what I ask, and I won't murder those that you love," He said, jumping off of me, and and dissapearing through the window.
I let out a deep sigh. I took my hoodie out of my bag. It was originally white, but now it was a reddish brown color, because of the blood that stained it.
I put the hoodie over my undershirt, and put on some comfortable pants. I pulled my hood over my head, and climbed out the window. Today my target was a guy who had bullied me for long enough. His home was a bit far, but I was willing to walk. This guy, Connor, had tormented me for long enough.
I arrived at his house after about 10 minutes of running. I may not look it, but I'm actually pretty fit. I've started weight lifting to gain some muscles. Anyway, back to the murder I was about to commit.
I used my knife to pry open his bedroom window. Luckily his bedroom was on the first floor, or I would have had to do some climbing.
I slipped through his window, quickly locating his bed. I slitently stepped to his side, and put my hand over his mouth. His eyes snapped open, and he looked worried.
I heard some muffled words, and it seemed like he was trying to scream.
I gave him a creepy smile, and spoke softly.
"Hush now, you wouldn't want a painful death, would you?" My voice was soft and gentle, make me seem even more creepy.
He had tears forming in his eyes, and he was shaking. I took my knife, and slashed his wrists. If I played this right, it would look like he killed himself. I must have hit some big blood vessels, because he was bleeding like there was no tomorrow. Which, for him, most likely there wasn't.
As he bled out, I placed my bloody knife in his hands. Luckily, I had been wearing a glove, so there would be none of my fingerprints on the knife, only his. I located the kitchen in the house, and stole one of their knives to replace my own.
I went back to his bedroom, and climbed through his window, fixing it up a little, so that it wouldn't seem like somebody climbed through it. I headed back to the orphanage, taking off my bloody hoodie, storing it in my bag. One nightmare, coming right up.