My hand shakes as I pull the knife out. I feel warm liquid on the handle, running onto my hand and dripping off onto the floor. The darkness consumes me. Like hands, it pulls me into its cold grasp and doesn't let go. It yanks me around, making my head spin and my mouth go dry. I start to see a light coming into view, thinking to myself: am I the one that's dying? It's blurry and I taste my tears on my lips. The grip on my sides begins to loosen and I feel myself touching a cold cement floor. I'm so nauseated that I throw up, and then everything goes black. 

I wake up staring at a confused looking Michael. "Has it really been that long?" 

"Yeah, it's been 3 years Michael. I forgot how much adrenaline I get from that. I guess I was just nervous, and scared." I replied to him. 

He sat on the floor beside me, his hands covered by his black hoodie. It was awfully cold, where ever we were. 

"Good job, you did it perfectly, she didn't make a sound." Michael said as he looked at me smiling.

"Thanks. I learn from the best." I said to him, smirking.  

He giggled cheekily. 

"It's the first of many, are you ready to become the world's greatest known serial killer or what?" He asked me, raising an eyebrow. 

"World's greatest? No one should find out that it was us." I told him. 

"And they won't. That's what will make us the greatest." he replied.

I looked at him with a bit of concern. I knew he had done this before, and he didn't get away with it. I know we had planned everything down to even the smallest details. But, I wasn't so sure that I could do it again. The detention centre changed me, but Michael made me feel some sort of way, that I couldn't get enough of him and what he did made me want him even more. He was such a rebel and he was so bad, but he made everything seem okay, and that's why I loved him.

"You promised Kendall. You told me you would help me." he said to me, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I know, it's just risky. I'm worried." I said to him. 

I never wanted to lose him. If we got caught, we'd be sent to jail, not juvy. We wouldn't see eachother for the rest of our lives. 

"It will be fine, I promise we will be okay. I promise I'll never bail on you. We do this together, and if we fall, we will fall together. Can you promise that you'll do the same for me?"

I smirked at him. He did the same back at me. He knew exactly what I was going to say. Flashing back to our last night in Juvy, I repeated the same words that I'm sure will haunt me for the rest of my life. But for Michael, I'd do anything.

"Cross my heart and hope they die."