Hi! How are ya? This is my first fanfic so do be kind to me. XD
How long has it been? Can I go back now? was the first couple of thoughts he had after the shock started to fade. He was walking through a neighborhood in the wee hours of the morning, drenched to the bone from the constant down pore. He turned a corner and continued walking, it was raining Isn't it always raining when things like this happen? He glanced down at his poor abused body. The only good thing about the rain is that you can't see the blood as much. He turned another corner and found himself back on his street. He glanced up and saw his house lit up with spot lights, cop lights, ambulance lights, and any other manner of lights one could think of. He vaguely noticed he had left the porch light on. He had to hold back a giggle. He walked down to his house and made it all the way to the yard before he was stopped by a cop.
"Son, you can't go up there, what are you doing out, you need to go home." the cop said in a calm voice.
"I live here." The soaked boy said. "My name is Roxas Strife and I killed the man laying on the living room floor."
So? It's not much but if you feel you'd like to leave a review, please feel free to do so. Thanks.