Chapter one- Black Leather

I couldn't help it. I blacked out. Now my brother's blood is on my hands.

In my other is a knife in which I impaled within his throat. I swear I didn't mean to. Something took ahold of me. I just wanted to kill, to murder. Put it how you want it.

"Chris?" Amber came walking down the hallway. The great smell of death hit her nose.

I knew it was coming. The time for me to own up to my mistake, or to make her suffer as well. But the night was cold.

The living room was dark and in front of me was my brother's corpse.

He was only sixteen. I was 21. My name is Chris Owens while he was Marc Owens.

Tears formed in my eyes. "I did it again," I say. My head shot quickly at the corner of the room. Amber stood in shock. Her fists made as she seemed so scared she could barely breathe.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Chris!!" She screams.

I sit there in silence, just watching her. "I have to. He told me to." I say. At this point, I didn't know what I was saying. My mind was blank and my eyes were black pools of blood. Amber took off for the front door.

She was fast, but I was on some supernatural shit. She didn't get to touch the front doorknob before I was behind her.

She screamed, pleading for her life. I didn't hear. I had a job to do, and I had to get it done.

"Chris! STOP!" She screamed. Without effort, I launched her into the wall. You could hear the sound of her nose breaking against the bricks while blood splattered onto my face.

My footsteps were heavy with my combat boots.

Walking up to her, she looks to be dead in the eyes. She didn't see life within them. I wore a black leather coat, it just gave me that feeling. The feeling to hurt someone. But I didn't want to. I was a good person, you have to believe me.

I stomp on her face over and over. I didn't stop. Not for a second and this went on for five minutes.

Life shit back into my soul.

I look down at Amber as tears begin pouring from my eyes. "I did it again." I got to my knees beside Amber. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" I cry. My eyes then turn all black. I look at the knife within the darkness.

Without hesitation, I pick it up. I slowly raise it to my neck before slowly cutting a hole within me. Blood was pouring and the pain was real, but I didn't have the urge to stop. I kept going. I drop the knife, falling beside Amber. Let's hope someone finds us soon. I truly was a good person.