Go To Sleep (Very Short Story)

You don't have to be afraid my friend, for I'm just like you

"Go to sleep,” I whisper in the young woman's ear before I plunge my knife into her chest. I watch the blood trickle it's way down her white blouse. I smile to myself in satisfaction. I get up from the floor, wiping the blood off of my knife onto my black dress pants. On the way out of the woman's house, I stop in the bathroom to look in the mirror hanging above the sink. I am beautiful.

I looked in the mirror and smiled at my work. I carved a smile into my cheeks so I would always be smiling. 

I heard a gasp from behind me. I whipped around to see mother standing there, her mouth was open in fright. I could feel the blood dripping from my face. I gripped my knife in my hand.

“Jeff, what are you doing,” my mother had asked.

“I couldn’t keep smiling mommy. It hurt after awhile. Now, I can smile forever!”

“Jeff, your eyes!”

“I couldn’t see my face. My eyes got tired and started to close so I burned my eyelids off,” I couldn’t stop smiling. I saw her starting to back away.

“Whats wrong mommy? Aren’t I beautiful,”  I asked. 

“Yes- you are. L-Let me go get daddy to see your new face,” She ran to the other room. I slowly followed her. 

“Honey, get the gun.” I walk in before she could finish her sentence. 

“Mommy, you lied,” I shouted in anger. She said I was beautiful, she lied…

I rushed in with my knife, gutting both of them before my little brother could hear their screams of fright. 

I stormed out of the bedroom headed for my little brother, Liu’s room. I carefully open the door, tip toeing to Liu’s bed without a sound. I stared down at Liu’s perfect sleeping face. He was only a year younger then me. Was. 

His eyes shot open in surprise. I covered Liu’s mouth with my hand. 

“Shhh,” I whispered, “Just go to sleep.”

I stare at my smiling reflection in the bathroom mirror. I have long black, greasy hair that reach my shoulders, and black pupils that seem to get darker by the days. I have black borders around my eyes from lack of sleep on those restless nights. I have no eyelids from burning them off back after the accident. A smile is carved into my cheeks so I would forever be smiling and my skin is paper white from bleach being burned into my skin. 

“Damn that boy and his lighter,” I grumble quietly to myself. I remember his evil grin as he lit the bleach that had been knocked down and spilt on me. One day I will get my revenge on him and the rest of his gang but he went to juvy for his crimes.

Slipping my knife into my hoodie pocket, I run out into the chilly night. I took my time walking down the poor lighted street. In the distance I could hear the ambulance and police sirens wailing. Someone must of heard the woman scream before I plunged my knife into her heart, instantly killing her. I continue to walk, not worrying if I get caught. I never get caught. End of this so called sick story.

It was starting to get light out. I could see the orangey glow in the distance above the houses. I always hated the day time since I went insane on that day my parents forced me to go to that party. The night time was always my time to shine.

From the corner of my eye I saw a flash of red and black. Huh? I turn my head to the forest to see some kind of animal skitter into the woods. I stop in my tracks and decide to follow the weird colored animal. 

I causally stroll through the woods, “No need to be frighten,” I yell. My voice echoes off the trees. The birds abruptly stop chirping at the sound of my voice. Something rustles in the bush to my right. I hear jaws snapping and a low menacing growl. I reach my hand in my pocket for my knife, ready to fight. 

Slowly the weird color animal made its appearance. I gasp in surprise and awe. He was as beautiful as I. The dog appeared to be smiling up at me. His wolfish grin was much to big for any normal dog. Its eyes are much like mine, no eyelids. Burned like mine. He has black silky fur on his back that reached down to the tip of his tail. The rest of his fur is red shorter fur.

I hesitantly crouch down on my knees, “Here boy,” I call out to the beautiful dog. I take out my hand from my pocket and reach it out towards the dog. He sniffs my hand and sits on the damp forest floor, wagging his tail in excitement. He stares into my eyes as if he was waiting for my next move.

“I shall call you Smile Dog.” Smile Dog wags his tail as if he likes the name.

“You don’t have to be afraid my friend, for I’m just like you,” I whisper to this beautiful creature, Smile Dog.