The boy with the grey eyes

Black outs and bar fights

JUSTIN'S POV

Flashes of what happened started to fill my head, and I remembered where I was, the place the trouble kids would go, I must have been looking for meds or something, flashes of what happened started skimming across my brain like an old television set trying to tune in

NO ONES POV

The Spanish bomb shell nurse was putting all of the meds away when she heard a noise, she turned her head towards the hall but she was nothing, she turned back to her work, while she saw nothing the security camera saw something, a blurr of black race across the hall into meds room, that black blurr is Justin, his eyes were pure black, and he was dressed in all black; besides for where his hands were, they were pure red, for they were covered in fresh blood, he came up behind the nurse, grabbing onto her hair and wrapping it around his hand whilst he threw a hand over her mouth to stop her from screaming, he repeatedly slammed her head onto the counter until her eyes rolled back into her head and blood poured out from the newly made cuts, slashes, and cracks in her skull. He watched her lifeless body fall to the floor before he reached for the pills, and dumped them all out into his hand, after all the pills would be dumped out he'd swirl his finger around the inside and make sure he got all of it, and after he did that to every single bottle he walked out of the meds room and down the hall, stepping over the previously slaughtered bodies that he had butchered moments before

JUSTIN'S POV

I pulled myself out of the thick warm red goo, I looked at the clock that was on the wall, it's 3am in the morning, I walked into the hall, they're bodies laying all over the floor and I don't remember how I got there but I guess I must have killed them, I shrugged it off and walked to a room where there was no bodies, just a naked mannequin, I laid the mannequin down flat on it's back and then laid next to it starring up at the plain white ceiling

"What the fuck are you doing Justin?", I asked myself before I fell into a deep slumber

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When I woke up I sat on the edge of the bed and sat the mannequin up next to me for some company. I turned on the tv and flipped through some channels until I noticed it was noon, I pressed the power button causing the tv to turn off. I stood up and faced the mannequin, I stuffed my hands in my pockets before speaking

"Well babe I think I'm gunna split...I mean last night was fun and all but I gotta go get my girl and flee town before the cops find this place...", I leaned in and touched its cold plastic check, I kissed its cold plastic lips and stood back up once more

"No I get it, that was too fare, there was a line between us and I crossed it...my bad", and with that I turned around and walked out, down the streets to the house, when I got to the house I opened the door to see Nala sitting on the couch

"Where have you been", she asked as I closed the door behind me

"I come home covered in blood and you ask where I've been, god it's like I cheated on you with a mannequin or something!", she furrowed her brows in confusion

"You cheated on me with a mannequin?",

"God once again, blood, mannequin, your bad at choosing what to be mad about it's the oatmeal thing all over again!", I said before running up the stairs to get our bags

NALAS POV

and just like that he disappeared up the narrow stairs into the little back bedroom, he showed his face back down stairs again a few minutes later with both of our bags in his hands, he flew past me and out the door. I didn't know what to say to his mom who sat in a sad state in the kitchen, I opened my mouth to speak up a car horn went off causing me to jump

"NALA GET IN THIS DAMN CAR", I took one last look at his crying mom before I ran out and got into the car. I starred at him as we drove down the different roads, maybe this was the real him, he snaps but them he apologizes, I didn't realize how long we had been driving until he stopped on the side of the highway outside of Detroit city, I watched as he got out of the car, the sines set up the perfect scene behind him, I got out of the car, he turned to look at me when her heard my car door shut, his eyes were black

"WHY ARE YOU STILL WITH ME IM A PSYCHOPATH?", he screamed at me

"Justin-I-I",

"ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JUSTIN A DULL BOY- IT PUT THE LOTION ON ITS SKIN OR ELSE IT GETS THE HOSE AGAIN!", he grabbed fits full of his hair, pulling on them as he screamed, when he looked back at me his eyes were back to grey, he looked in my eyes for a split second before he marched back to the car, he got in and I followed his lead, and sat in the silent car, it wasn't long before he parked again, but this time it was at the club we always go to, but since it was the day it wasn't as packed as usual, I parted from Justin and went to the pool table, I shot a few rounds before a bow with sagged khaki skinny jeans, black vans, a white tee shirt and a blue flannel walked up to me. He had dirty blonde almost light brown hair and Carmel brown eyes, he stood next to me and leaned back against the pool table, he smiled at me, a smiled I knew to well, a smile from a boy named walker, a smile from a boy in the princes, the boys in blue, the rival gang

JUSTIN'S POV

I watched as he talked to her, smiled at her, she would smile back and laugh at what he said, why can't I make her smile like that, why do all of his boys keep looking at me, I'm gunna have to fuck his ass up. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dailed Marcus

"Hey bro"

"Quick you and the boys come meet me out at the club, bring them guns, there's some punk ass bitches I here starting some shit up, cause he's drunk and I'm thinking I might just fuck his ass up, something smells fishy and I don't like the way his boys keep looking at me, so get the homies and come meet me", I spat into the phone before I hung up and shoved it back into my pocket, I grabbed the empty beer bottle off the table and marched over to where walker was talking too my girl

"Oh hey man what's up?", I asked with a fake smile before lifting up the bottle and slamming it into the side of his head where it broke into a bunch of pieces