Luring him into the dark alley in the dead of night, I begin to pull out my throwing knives I had kept handy for moments like these where I felt insecure, as if I was in grave danger. As I saw a shadow come out at the end of the alley, I flung every single one of my knives at my attacker. It was the dead of night and, luckily, no one was around to witness what had happened. Even though I was penitent for killing him I felt as if I had no other choice, it was either my life or my assailant’s. Cautiously walking over to his body, which was just lying there, still as the night, I began to drag him toward one of the dumpsters in the back of the alley, feeling contrite with every step.

A few weeks later, I turn on the news only to see my face on the big screen that was my TV. Apparently, the police were wanting to ask me if I had known anything about what had happened. However, I knew that if I went up to the police and confessed the truth, I would surely be exiled. Now, as my face was all over the news, I knew I could not go anywhere or even do anything in public, as the risk of getting caught was too high. The feeling of alienation was evident now because all I could really do was stay hidden in the security of my home, rather than like before, where I had the freedom to do more things such as come to school everyday or go out to buy groceries at the grocery store each week.

Lying alone on my bed, I begin to think about what I have done and how immoral and wrong it was. This uncanny feeling which I was experiencing right at that moment was very unusual to me because I have never committed such a villainous act. With all of my lights turned off and my curtains closed so that no light could shine through my windows, I begin to get eldritch feelings as if my enemy, whom I took the life of, was going to come back for revenge.