Fix Him Up

④| Sweet Dreams

My father knows nothing. Not what happened at the appointment, or that I'm not really turning straight, or that his "doctor friend" is a psycho. None of it. And because of this reason he wants me to visit him again. Sure I will. When I wanna die! My mother on the other hand. She says that she thinks I'm not crazy, but I don't believe her.

The police never got back to us on the situation. Odd..

"So, champ," my father said while we were eating, "I set up another appointment with Dr. Smiley for you." I began to choke on my food. "What's the matter son?" I finally swallowed the food and gave him an angry but nervous look.

"You did what?"

"Set up another appointment. What's wrong with that?" I sighed quietly to myself.

"He's a surgeon. Not a therapist," my mother piped up.

"He told me he was a therapist." Yeah, I'm sure he did. "Well it still won't hurt to visit him again. You did say you might be getting over you phase after you came home."

"Yeah. Might is the key word there, pops." His happy attitude quickly turned bitter. I only know because he didn't say a word to me for the rest of the night.

**

I looked over at my clock.

3:27 A.M.

I groaned and rolled over onto my back. The thought of sleep made me wanna cringe. I couldn't sleep because I kept thinking about Smiley coming to murder me in my sleep. I'm just a paranoid baby. He knows that I've told people. I doubt he'd let me get away with that.

But the one thing that bugs me is why just watch me run away at the doorway?

Groaning, I climb out of bed and pulled some jeans, a shirt, and my boots on. My eyes darted to my bedroom door. A light blue glow came through the cracks so I slowly opened the door and looked out to the living room. My father sat in his recliner, giving his whiskey bottle a nice swig. He's going to need that in the morning.

My chances of going out the front door were none. But out the window? Quite a few.

"Where's my screwdriver?" I mumbled to myself. My hands slid across the nightstand next to my bed. I felt a handle and pulled it open. Inside were pencils, little notepads, and my screwdriver.

"There ya are, ya little shit," I said grabbing a hold of it. I crept over to my window and slowly opened it. The screen connecting to the window was screwed on from the inside oddly enough. It didn't bother me being as this was my only way to escape at night.

Being careful not to make any noise, I pulled the screen into my room, shoves it under my bed, and jumped out the window. My boots landed on the soft grass with a quiet thud. The grass looked to be glowing from the moon light. I looked up to the sky and saw a full moon out.

"Gorgeous, huh?" My head jerked strait ahead to see someone leaning against the house a few feet from me. Smiley. His stood there with his arms crossed on his chest.

"Can I ever get a break from you?"

"Well, if you're dead you will," he said with a crooked smile. I pressed my lips together in frustration. I wasn't really in the mood for him and is psychotic personality. He really pissed me off. His posture and tone gave off this cocky attitude, like he knows everything. And I hate it.

"I'd appreciate it if you'd leave me be. Seriously." Still having his dark smile plastered on his face, he pushed himself off the wall. In a split second he was inches from my face. He smelled of fresh blood. I gave him a disgusted look and backed a few inches away from him. Of course he stepped forward. Knowing this all to well, I shuffled to the side then booked it. Heavy footsteps were behind me. And they were getting closer. I pushed myself to run faster which made my legs begin to burn.

Houses lined the streets, a few trees here and there. I spotted the community playground and headed straight to the slides. I figured I could hide somewhere around there.

But before I could reach the little playground, a large hand grabbed onto my wrist. I winched in pain. It felt like my arm had almost came out of the socket. Smiley pulled my arm to the small of my back and held me close, his other hand had a knife inches from my stomach.

"It's easy to catch you when you're as tiny as a female." A dark chuckle escaped from his lips. It was then when I wanted to board a plane to Fuckthatshitville. I tried to wiggle out of his grasp but I failed miserably.

"Let's see how loud you can scream for me, love." His eyes had a sinister look in them which made me frightened even more than I was before. Without another thought, Smiley shoved the knife deep into my stomach.

The amount of pain I felt was almost indescribable. It felt like lightening shooting up my spine, a unbearable sting where the knife penetrated. The once silence air was now filled with an ear piercing scream. Smiley let my arm go and my body slumped to the ground. I clutched my stomach as if it would help to stop the bleeding. And everything around me began to blurry.

"P-please. Don't let me die," I pleaded as a last resort to keep me alive. I didn't want to die, not yet at least. I had so much I still wanted to do. My eyes became heavy like rocks. As they began to shut I heard Smiley say one last thing.

"Sweet dreams, love."