(LONDON SLANG: tosser= idiot)

Your P.O.V

Am I on the couch? What in bloody hell happened? I then look around me to see a bottle of whine and bottle of vodka they are both empty? The last thing I remember is crying, Okay so I was crying, oh then I screamed, and then I went to my mu... I went to her dresser. I think to myself as my head has lost the plot.(LONDON SLANG: lost the plot= gone crazy) I cant do this, my head is just wow?! I then walk to the computer and see what can help with this hang over stuff? "Coffee?" I whisper to myself as I get up to get to the coffee making. Once its down I get a coffee cup and gulp some down. As I gulp the coffee down I remember something? You know what It fells batter to drink something when your sad?! Was I talking to someone? Oh its probable nothing, I walk to the window "Its almost night time." I say as I drink the rest of the coffee down and then go up stars. I then put a oversized f/c sweater on it was my brothers but he gave it to me so I can always remember him, I don't really every see him anymore but we do call each other when we need to talk to someone. I go down stars put my black boots on and go out side. I touch the snow with my hand and then grab some its colder then I thought, In London you can hold the snow. Just because I live on the countryside and it is normally just slush. Is that a squirrel? I run up to my room and grab my gloves and knife.

Socks P.O.V

It was about to be night time soon I look out the window and I see my neighbor I do wish I knew her name at lest. She then looks at something and runs in her house? I Just sit there and blink a few times. She comes out with gloves on holding the knife I saw in her room. Is she about to?

Your P.O.V

I go out side and grab the squirrel by its tale I could just kill it here but I'd rather do it in the back. Once I was in the back I put it down and before it could run away I stab it as hard as I could and then stab it again. I know its not that nice but it felt good to kill something when you cant kill the people that don't care for you. "Mum.." I say as I stab it more and more. I then think of all the times I would be at school and one or more of the kids would call me tosser, cock up, wanker, and nutter. (LONDON SLANG: Tosser= idiot, Cock up=screw up, Wanker=idiot, Nutter= Crazy person.) I look at the blood on the snow and stab more. I then grab the guts and go to the trash can out side, this is why I have the gloves. I put the dead squirrel in the out side trash can, I come back and look at the blood that is on the snow. I then jump up and down on the bloody snow and then go inside.

Sock P.O.V

She grabbed a squirrel and then went to the back, I go to my back yard and look over and see her stabbing it with the knife a few more minutes later she is jumping on the snow that is coved in blood. I go back in and sit on my coach and think of everything that just happened. As I sit there I grow a small smile and then look down at my shoes and my smile got even bigger, "She- she killed it?" I whisper to myself as I have the biggest smile ever.