A choose your own story type of story haha. It's kinda weird, but I wanted to try something new. ---- You catch your own reflection; it winks back at you. Crimson lips quirk up in satisfaction. You look one last time at the knife as your reflection gives you an encouraging nod, before smirking and steadying your hand. Wait, was that a creak? No, it can't be. You pause, leaning back into the shadowed wall. You blend in, the gleam of your tainted knife concealed in the darkness. You count to 10, daring not to breathe. Predictably, only silence remains. That and the repetitive ticking of the great grandfathers clock sat watching sorrowfully from the corner of the room. You breathe in through your mouth, out through your nose. You repeat this procedure, your anxieties gradually slipping away. Calming yourself to the beat of the clock, you swallow silently before pushing away from the safety of the wall. Quickly - used to it after having already stood in it - your eyes adjust to the darkness. Tentatively you place the knife down onto the wooden surface beside you, before quietly beginning to walk. Your Converse shoes tap along the floor; their noise almost silent, yet a distant echo rattles through the mismatched hallway. Was it really worth it? At least now you wouldn't have to endure the taunting demands, beatings and abuse. Ugh... No. Stop. Fuck off guilt. You rake your hand through your unruly hair, squeezing shut your eyes and grinding your teeth together in frustration. "Just. Stay. Calm." Your mutter repeats in chorus through the halls, and you jump slightly as the window rattles again, goosebumps spreading like wildfire across your skin. You narrow your sunken eyes, mumbling a harsh sentence to yourself before continuing to walk through the apartment. This was it. You'd been waiting for this chance for so long, and you'd set it up perfectly. It was impossible to find out who the murderer was. This thought reassured you. A slight unintentional sadistic grin began to form across your chapped lips as you slipped out of the open window. "See you in hell, Mom." ---- Soon enough, your onto the streets. You have cash, and a false identity. Other than that and a small basic supplies bag, you have nothing. Of course, you can't go home. It'd be to suspicious. You have to get out of here, and fast. But how? Do you: A - Catch a taxi and and go to the airport. B - Walk for a while in the hopes of finding somewhere or someone. C - Get in contact with a friend and explain the situation to them. D - Go back to your house and risk it.