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Before we start I just want to give out a warning for gore,, if you're not comfortable with this then please leave for your own comfort. Thank you!!^^

[parkers pov]

Well Its tonight... and I am NOT prepared.. but, what other choice do I have? I grumble as I open Chesters bedroom door just a crack. "Chester? Are you awake..?" Okay.. I'm aware this isn't the best way to see if you're friend is awake, (especially since Chester is a light sleeper at times) but I am literally in the worst mindset so bare with me here. I let out a sigh of relief when he doesn't respond and tiptoe down the stairs, grabbing a large kitchen knife and my shoes. "Do you really think we should be actually doing this Ian?" I say, My voice filled with regret. "We? No, I think you mean you! Also, you'll be fineeee!!! Its just one of your (many) exes!" Swallowing a lump in my throat, I move quickly. Opening up the door, and shutting it with successful muteness. I hopped in my car, driving off.

[3 hours left.]

The drive took about two hours to get there, so I wasted no time parking down the road aways and running up the street in my pitch black hoodie with a nagging voice in my brain telling me to hurry. I soon got in the house through the back door to see my ex girlfriend, Layla, sitting on her couch in some plaid pajamas, a bowl of popcorn on her lap. I grin, this is too easy. I thought to myself as I revealed the blade from my bag, slowly approaching the girl.

I raise my arms and close my eyes, lowering them just as quickly, but I missed! She got cut on her cheek and screamed, taking off to the other side of the room. "Parker?! W-what are you doing you..!" "I'm sorry... I have to do this.." I huff and give chase, my hands gripped so tightly to my knife that my knuckles turned white. She lets out yet another scream when I tackle her and cover her mouth. Layla grips my wrist when I try to end her. "Come on Layla! Don't make this harder than it has to be!" I start to sob, wondering why I'm even doing this anymore. At this point she shoves me off and swiftly grabs a sharp object of her own. "Y-you want to kill me..? W-well you'll have to-" I ignore her rambling, I didn't have the time nor energy to do so, so instead, I charge at the purplette, (she has purple hair) slashing her face and part of her pupil, blood rushing out of the fresh wound. Her state of shock gave me just enough time to pin her to the ground once again, raising my arms and stabbing her three times in the chest, my face, hair and clothing becoming completely drenched in gore, my tears helping to wash some of it off.

I sat there and cried for about ten minutes, mumbles of "I'm sorry" and "why?" Could be heard from my sorry mouth. "Dude! That took an hour! You have only two hours to get home so get up and going! I'll take care of it." Ian spoke and exited my body once I stood up. I stared at them for a moment but then left for my car quickly.

[zero hours left.]

When I got home, I quickly took off my shoes and headed for the door, when I got inside however.. I nearly fainted.

"WHAT. THE. FUCK."

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