(hi so, chapter one, i know wow, so yeah, you can change the appearence ig ya want, i just will probably reference the outfit or appearence in the book.

i will be using he/it pronouns for y/n because i want to.

warnings: mention of gun, commiting stabby stab, slurs (i did not actually put slurs i just said "they screamed some slurs" or somethign like that. ), knife, alchahol.

words:1226

please enjoy)

i followed my mum into the building. it wasnt that nice, and the neighborhood didnt look that good either, i think i saw someone threatening someone with a gun, oh well, not anything iim not used to.

we get to the actual apartment, its a two bedroom, kitchen/living room. my mum unlockingthe door since she had less stuff (i ended up carrying most of it cuz im fucking nice). after putting her stuff in the living room thing, she told me to choose a room, so i found the smallest of the two bedrooms, chosing that one. i set my stuff down. looking around the small, empty room.

it was then i realized something devistating. i didnt have a bed. shit.

i felt a singular tear role down my face at the thought of not having a bed, beds are so fucking comfy and are the best place to cry, other than under a desk or in the closet. i guess i have to improvise for a while.

I put the pillow i grabbed during the haze of leafing in a space between the closet and the wall that created a place perfect for a bed, which i dont have.

I then moved to decorate the rest of the room with the small amount of stuff i brought.

My sticker covered guitar layed resting against a wall in the corner, nexxt to my skateboard, amp next to it on the other side. I piled books around, my sketchbook in the crook where i would sleep. It was still very bland, though i knew i would collect more stuff throughout the time we would be here. I had hung my clothes in the closet with the shit ton of hangers that previously sat in a box in the courner of the closet. I also plugged in a clock/lamp thing and set it to the correct time.

Quickly getting bored, i got out a pencil and began to sketch around on the wall where i would sleep, creating designs of what i hope to paint in the future. After the pencil brole for the hundredth time, making me throw it across the room, i checke the time.

it was currently about 3 am. i wasnt tired. i was bored though. i sighed again, then opened my closet, picking out a nice outfit, unlike what im currently wearing which is sweatpants and a hoodie.

the outfit(you can change it in your mind i just imagin this:

(just the jacket and fishnet sleves, imagin black gloves not fingerless)

(these pants and shoes bc i said so)

(also just a short sleved band shirt of your choice. also just a black mask, reasons for the mask will be revealed later.) also this hair:

(my backstory with it is:it used to be shorted then y/n couldint give a fuck to cut it so it ended up like this after a while. You can change it if ya want i just am gonna reference this.)

i grab about 30 bucks from the money i stole from my father, shoving it in my pocket, as well as my pretty butterfly knife. its a black handle, with a purple blade.

turning to my door, i take a breath before opening it, and silently walking out of the apartment, grabbing a spare key on the way out. i quckly put in the pocket of my jacket. I switched the side of my casset in my walkman before leaving closing the door behind me. It began to play princess of the night by saxon.

i exited the apartment complex, stepping into the cold neer-winter air. i smiled, under the mask, happy to hear this song after quite a while. some random people tried to talk to me, but i ignored them, i dont want a conversation.

after about 20 minutes of walking, i found a gas station with a stoere thing. it looked open. walking up the to door, i open it, stepping inside. I browsed the rows, before seeing a pack of beers. I shrugged as i picked it up, heading to the cheshire, surprisingly they didnt even ask for my id or anything, so i paid and left.

I was given a bag to carry it, and now after 5 minutes of walking, the plastic was already hurting my gloved hand. Suddenly i feel a hand on my shoulder, stopping me from walking froward. So i paused the music and put my headphones to rest around my neck.

"i was talking to you. pretty ladys like you should listen to men like me."

i laughed slightly.

"whats so funny."

the person was getting mad. perfect.

"i asked WHATS SO FUNNY?"

when i didnt answer again, e tried to punch me. but since im really fucking badass, i caught the punch, suprising him.

"has no one ever taught you to never assume a person's gender?"

when i asked that, his eyes widened. my voice its pretty deep, and masculine.

"but you.. your a guy, why do yyou have long hair like a girl?"

i shrugged and aswered with 'cuz i stopped cutting it'. i let go of his hand. he tried to hit me again, after screaming a couple slurs at me. so, me being the basically insane person with anger issues that i am, i took out my pretty little knife, and stabbed him in the shoulder. he yelled out in pain, so i covered his mouth, not wanting to atract unwanted attention.

i wripped the knife out, hten plunged it into his heart. i twisted the blade, then wripped it out. he fell to the ground, i knew he was going to scream again, if hes still alive.. idk people are odd. so i stabbed his throat. once i pulled out the knife, i heard the unique sound of someone chocking on their own blood. this made me smile.

i knew i wouldnt get caught. there was no one around, i checked, and im wearing gloves, no fingerprints. and i clean the knife far to often than i need to, theres no way i could get caught. I walk away as if nothing happened. i got back to the apartment, at around 5, not waking up my mum.

i get changed after having a shower, ridding myself from the blood of that dumbass. I lay down on the wooden floor, after putting my bag down. i didnt sleeep, obviously, but at least i just layed on the uncomfortable floor for a couple of hours. until i got bored, and looked at the time, noticing my mum would wake up soon, i went to the kitchen and began to cook some eggs that somehow didnt break during the drive here for my mum. 

yeah i kept the murder. haha. yayyyy