anx·ious
/ˈaNG(k)SHəs/
adjective
adjective:anxious
experiencing worry, unease, or nervousness, typically about an imminent event or something with an uncertain outcome.
A knife met the edge of the window pane, digging into the lock that kept the window closed together. On the other side was a female with long black hair. The brunette seemed to be in a deep sleep since she didn't even stir when the window's lock snapped open. The man with the kitchen knife grinned as he pushed the window up to open it.
The man in the blue hoody put the knife in his mouth. He backed up and took a running start towards the window. He gripped the windows edge on top and lifted himself and hoisted his legs up into the window. Making sure his toes touched the floor so he was quiet, he threw the rest of his body inside. His fingertips then his palms made contact with the floor, making his entrance almost silent.
Taking the knife out if his mouth, the 22 year old looked at the sleeping girl who seemed to be in her teens, she was still asleep. He stood up and walked to her door, it was open. He walked out to see a closed door. Walking to it, he opened it as quietly as he could, but it squeaked a bit. Grimacing, he checked to see the sleeping body on the bed was still asleep.
The body was a (tall/short) male with (h/l) (h/c) hair and soft features. The teen was only in his boxers, his covers thrown on the floor and body spread across the bed in a star shape. The intruder rolled his greeneyes as he walked to the body. He might as well kill this one since he was here. He grinned as the thought of making someone beautiful with red crossed his mind.
He raised his knife in the at the (brunette/blond/redhead), ready to strike down. That was until something caught his eyes.
It was a thin, red string floating in the air.
The killer furrowed his eyebrows together behind his mask as he followed the red string. It was tied around his right pinky finger, the hand that held the knife. No. This should notbe happening. His soulmate...he shouldn't even havea soulmate. Following to where it lead to, he saw it was wrapped around the pinky of the teenage boyhe was just about to stab.
He groaned. He's not even gay! This wasn't going to stop him. Raising the knife once more, he...he does nothingbut that. He doesn't swing down, couldn't swing down.
The killer frowns in frustration. He doesn't bother being quiet, he stomps his way out of the room, slamming the door closed behind him. Running towards the girls room, he gets out the window, not bothering to close the window. He stands outside the window to catch his breathe, his chest squeezing with an ache he can't describe.
He hears a scared female gasp. He doesn't look back as he runs away.
Jennifer gasps as she sees a man outside her open window, a knife in his hand. He must've heard her because she doesn't have a chance to breathe before he runs away. Jumping over the black fence the surrounded the apartment complex, he doesn't look back. She runs out of her room towards (Y/n)'s room and opens his door.
"(Y/n)! (Y/n), wake up!" She cries, shaking her bestfriend awake.
Said 16 year old wakes upwith a jump.
"What?! What?!?!" He asked with panic.
Jennifer shifts anxiously, "He was here! He was here!" She cries.
"Who?" He asked worried.
"Delirious!" She shouts, "He was outside my window and just ran!"
(Y/n) groans. Shit. He hated calling the police. The male throws a large t-shirt on and walked to Jenny's room to see the open window. He noticed the broken lock. Son of a Biscuit Eater.