I made this a while ago, posting it now cause i plan to continue it..

It wasnt the mess on the room what worried him most, nor the lights reflected on the window, or the cold of steel against his wet fingers. What bothered him the most was why, Why had it had to come to this? How could the events end like this? Why?
He saw the corpse for a last time, even tho he was aware of what he had gotten himself into, at the moment it didnt matter to him, It was as if his body hadnt registered what happend.... To tell the truth, he felt pretty well, he felt a great relief, tranquility he was aware it'll soon leave, but it didnt matter, because at the moment it all was happiness. Beat by beat, with every beat a monster came out, from deep within himself, and left the space alone, empty, after a life in there, to start again, it was a sense of satisfaction, like when after carrying something heavy you finally leave it on the floor. He felt no remorse, no, if he felt it he wouldnt be so calm. What was consciense then, if psicologically he had done correctly, he had vented his feelings? That moral didnt agree was not his problem.
He calmly walked, he must find an exit, since some fool had gone to the police, probably saying he had heard weird noises on the apartment, and the patrols were already at the entrance, five floors below. Of course, if he had been more silent there wouldnt have been trouble so soon, but he was no murderer, didnt plan what happened, and were all those screams what gave him that feel of satisfaction, tho he didnt know if they were from the victim, or from deep beneath himself.
After all this pondering, he walked towards the door, a bit annoyed that someone might be out there, but at opening it and finding noone, relief came back and he went towards the roof, where he looked down towards fool police. With the bit of adrenaline left, he jumped to the next building, where there was an exterior staircase, went down quicly and ran towards the street, where he walked as anybody else. With no remorse.

Keep in ming english isnt my natal language, so it may have grammar errors and stuff... Well, I continued it.. but this is some other character,

Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Door. Lamp. Door. Lamp. Door. Turn Right. Noise gets louder. Run faster Jesse, faster. Ok, here you are.. Why is your hand trembling? stop it! right, you can do it, you just need to open the door come on, there it goes, but what's up with you? closing your eyes, what kind of coward are you? open them! Fuck, your stomach will regret this, it wasnt like watching it on a movie..omG, ok its okay to turn around, try to clear the image out of your head...
"HEY! who let the kid in?" -bet it's one of the officers saying that, but right now just try not to vomit, think on something else, hey, the agent was good-looking....."Oh, sorry, you are Jesse right? He was your father..." the female cop says, and rans to hug you like a little kid, stop crying all ready, you are 14, you are on age of dealing with this dont be a pussy, but.. it so hard, it isnt like anybody close to you had died before, it feels so weirds, but theres no point crying now, you werent as close to him anyway. -"Do you want anything to eat? should i call your aunt to take you? your mom already came but she was devastated...."- the female trying to be nice, how cliché, nod gently and try to speak "N..no, thanks" "Hey Leah! take the kid away! we are working on a crime scene right here!" wow, that guy was rude, didnt he saw his dads corpse over there? -"come on Jesse, ill get you something..."