(NOTE: Told from Silhouette's POV. Features explicit language.(Well, just "the F-word") enjoy. c:)

It was my first time. I was in shock after having done it. I shoved a katana right through her chest, straight through her heart. I heard her ribs break, and her blood splattered on the surrounding ground. Some of it got on me. I wished he didn't see. I prayed to god he didn't see. But sure enough, I slowly turned around and he was there. The look of fright and terror in his eyes, it was unforgetable. I had made the biggest fucking mistake of my life. He ran away, crying. I felt my heart and soul break and shatter into pieces. What did I just do? I killed her. It was for the best, she deserved the death that I struck into her. But, honestly.....how did I even have the nerve to kill her? I wasn't that kind of evil. I was the kind who would rob banks, jack cars, all that simple stuff. But this......this was chaotic. I just ended a life. I stared down at my hands. They were stained in blood.


I locked myself in my house for three days. Just sitting on my couch, staring at the ground. In my mind, I kept reliving that moment, over, and over. I remembered every detail. I could see every stain of blood. The shocked look in her eyes before I killed her. The way my anger grew with each passing moment before I ended her pitiful life. The way my anger was replaced with the feeling of complete surprise and regret, as soon as I thrusted the sword through her weak, skeleton-like body. I kept trying to look on the bright side. "At least I didn't let her suffer, I killed her quickly..." But the look on Jake's face when I did it. He was just a seven year old boy, and he looked up to me for protection. And here I was, killing someone infront of his innocent eyes. That was the worst part, the way he looked at me. He looked at me like I was, .....like I was..... a monster. And I suppose in a way, I was one. I just couldn't stop reliving that moment. My heart kept breaking, hurting more and more each time. It was like being stabbed repeatily. Just hoping each next stab would be the last. But it never was. And it never would be. It would continue forever, until one thing gave away. I couldn't take it anymore. I was losing my mind. I just wanted to go up to Jake and tell him that I didn't mean to do it. That it was a mistake, and that I never should've done it. But I'm sure if he ever saw me again, he would run away crying, just like he did when I killed her. Even my dad called me, hearing about what I did. He told me "Don't worry, you'll get used to it." .......I'm not so sure I want to get used to it. I don't want to kill someone, and then just feel nothing at all. Though, I wish I could get used to it now. This was pure torture. Every passing second fills me with remorse and regret. I stood up off my couch. I looked out my window. It was raining. Perfect. I opened the door and stared. The rain was coming down heavy. And under normal cirumstances, I would've closed the door and walked away. But I needed to talk to Astrid, and this seemed to be the only way I could do it. I stepped outside. I fell to the ground as quick as possible, while my circuits fried, and my vision grew dark. The pain was almost unbearable, but I deserved it for what I did. I became aware in the inner depths of my mind. I thought this would happen. Looking farther away, I could see Astrid, trimming hedges for reasons unknown. I slowly approached her. "Hi Silhouette!" she said smiling, as she waved in my direction. I walked closer. "What's up?" she asked. I slowly lifted my head, as it had been looking at the ground in shame. And, well, I just said it. "I killed somebody." The look of shock, digust, and dissapointment spread across the face of the happiest girl I knew.~