Chapter 2: New Found Glory

I turned down the alley on my way home to hear footsteps echo behind me.

'Another bastard.' I continued walking.

"Hey, Kevin!" A calm yet violent voice, as if he knew what he was doing. "Kevin, stop! I just wanna talk to you!" He jogged up to me, pulling me to a stop.

"Don't you have a game to go to?!" I didn't even look at him.

"I saw u smack my girlfriends. Why the fuck did you do that?!?!" His voice was crisp and he had an accent. I fumbled in my pocket. "Hmm...? Was there a reason for that?!?! And is this your picture?!?"

He held up a piece of paper with my drawing of him dying, the one I drew in first period. There was a huge brown footprint on it. 'Fuck, how'd he get that!?' "No, it's not mine, never saw it before!" I got an idea as I stared at my happiness. Pulling out my packet knife, I opened it and stabbed at Jude's wrist. He squealed in pain, falling backwards.

Out of pure animal instinct I jumped on him, stabbing him more. "This'll teach you to fuck with the Quiet One!! FUCK YOU!!!!!!" His body squirmed beneath me, and I liked the feeling. Feeling his body loose the strength it once had. I didn't care where I hit him, as long as he was dead.. His blood flew with every stab covering me and the black asphalt. Finally he lay still, a lifeless corpse, his body a bloody mess, I liked it. "Fuck you!!" I walked down the alley and into my empty house.

Sirens filled the air as I lay in the tub, letting the water rinse my wrong away. I never did anything, I never saw him. Pounding on my front door knocked the smirk off my face. My mom wasn't home yet, so I climbed out of the tub and out a whit towel around my waist. More pounding echoed down the hall.

"I'm coming!! Hold on!!" I hollered back at the door. Slowly I opened the door, hiding my uncovered chest behind it. "May I help you, officers?"

"Yes, are you Mr. ?" A young blonde asked me, I nodded. "We need to ask you some questions." Again I nodded. "Did you know Jude Law?" The name hit a nerve.

"Yes, I do. Not personally, but I do." I knew he was dead, but I acted like he was alive. "Why?"

"He's dead. Found in the alley behind your house." I acted surprised, being a ninth grade actor really helped. "Stabbed to death, not too long ago." Her partner looked at her, like she said something wrong.

"My God! Do you know who did it?" I said mockingly. The dark haired male shook his head.

"No, did you hear anything out here? Any yelling, anything?" I shook my head.

"I was in the shower till you guys showed up, so I didn't hear anything." I said with a bit of sarcasm. "I'm sorry. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to finish my shower." They nodded as I closed my door.

"I don't like him, not at all." The lady remarked to her partner as they walked off.