I head out from my house with rope knives and a gun in my backpack. I remember the days when I would head out here with Boots as we head to help out those in need.

"It's a nice day isn't it Boots" I say as I look over and actually see Boots as I back up in shock.

"Boots…" I ask in shock.

"Yes Dora?" He asks innocently with that childish voice of his

"You… You... you're supposed to be dead…" I say in shock

He looks at me as if I grew another head.

"What are you talking about I am right here? How can I be dead?" He asks

"I… I killed you I threw you off the roof how are you here?" I ask

"Dora I think you're sick… You would never do that to me" He says giving me a smile

"We are best friends" He says

"No no no you're not real I am imagining things.. I saw you die with my own eyes you are dead I am just going crazy" I say as I grab my head looking at the ground my eyes wide.

"Why would you say that when I am standing right here" He asks

"You could just be a figment of my imagination something that I know I should feel bad for but don't so now it's coming back to haunt me." I say trying to come up with a reason on why this is happening

"Dora stop it you're not well." He says going to touch me but I quickly grab his hand and stop him.

"W-wait w-what?" I ask out loud confused on why I can grab him.

He smiles evilly as he holds up a knife that glints in the sunlight as he brings it to make contact with my face. My eyes widen and I shut my eyes so that I don't see my end coming but just as I feel the cold touch of the blade I hear my mother call my name and the presence of boots hand now gone and the blade falls to the floor with a klink. I look down and see the knife at my feet as tho it wasn't just threatening my life a few seconds ago. I pick up the knife putting it in my pocket to examine later and head to my house where my mother called me. What is going on with me… why am I seeing Boots everywhere? Am I truly in the wrong for killing him? No of course I'm not it's his fault he should of been there he is a bad person for not being there when he promised he always would be there. I think in my head as I shake it and head back home.

When I get inside my family and I settled down for dinner and eat. After I finish I head up to my room and see that someone went in there and messed up all my stuff. My eyes darken as I look around for the dipshit that did this. I look out my window and see a man running away from my house. I silently sneak out of the back door and follow him. I see him head into his apartment and see he also has my journal in his possession. That scumbag he will pay! I scream in my head. I follow him silently into the recesses of his home. I watch as he sits in an old chair and it squeaks under the pressure and he grabs the remote on the desk near him. I watch as he turns on the TV that is a flat screen that I know he stole because he would never afford that on his painfully obvious low salary. It seems that he also lives alone and has no neighbors that seem close to them. I see that he starts to drift off into a lulled sleep. I smirk as I take the knife that I have kept in my pocket out and watch as it glimmers from the TV's flickers. I sneak up to where he sleeps and stare down at him studding his face. He has brown shaggy hair and is slightly tan but not to the point that he is orange. He has thin lips that are a light pink and yellow teeth. I am sure that if I got close enough, terrible breath. I watch as his chest rises and falls and his head his hair covering his eyes. I wonder what color they are… I think in my head. Well why don't we find out shall we. I think as I take off his jacket beside the chair to cover his mouth and bring the knife up and slam it down in his chest. His eyes shoot open and I see that they are a sky blue. His mouth opens for him to let out a blood curling scream of agony but I don't give him that pleasure as I stuff my jacket in his mouth. He screams but it is muffled and he tries to beg me to stop ask me why I am doing this and I just glare down at him.

"Karma is a bitch isn't it?" I ask as I start stabbing him repeatedly in the chest and watch as his life fades from his eyes into a dull dark ocean blue color. I take the knife from his chest and remove his jacket as well. I throw it into the fire to get rid of my figure prints and to make sure that there is no evidence left behind and grab my journal. I then whip off the doorknob with my sleeve and leave the apartment happy there was no cameras that I missed in my blind rage. I decide that I like the feeling of killing people and want to do it more. A evil smile comes to my face as I walk home. Well isn't this fun.

A/N: I am so sorry I didn't know until I previewed my story that it was all messed up and I apologize that it was messed up but it's all fixed now! I hope you enjoyed it and I should be posting my next chapter some time today or tomorrow. THANK YOU!