I continue to run the route home as fast as I can, my thought spinning around in my head. "Why am I covered in blood? Why did those guys jump me? I've been using that alleyway everyday and they've never jumped me before. Why? Why? Why?" I think to myself.
Before I know it I reach my front porch and come to a stop. I look down and realise I'm still holding the bloody knife and toss it into the grass next to me. No sooner had it hit the ground that it started talking again.
"Pick me up, pick me up!" it repeated louder and louder until I can't take it anymore.
I picked it up and the voice stops. Only to be replaced moments later by singing.
----------------------------------------------------------
Children of the seventh moon
Fall to the flowers and sing in
the rain.
till the blossoms come to stay.
then thay all fall to theGrave.
all but one who called the dead and falls to her love.
----------------------------------------------------------
Then the world starts to fade until everything is black.
I wake up in bed even though I had no memory of even entering my house. I look around, not seeing any evidence of what I remember to have happened.
"Thank God it was just a dream." I say quietly to myself.
I turn to face my desk and see the knife laying on it. "Fun, fun! You're up, up, up. We can play!" The girl's voice says in a cheerful yet creepy way.
I groaned. "It wasn't a dream."
I pick the knife, leave my room and begin to get ready for the day. I grab my bag and go outside. I find my bike and put the knife in my pocket before riding to the shop my parents let me manage for the summer. As I am riding I heard the song again, repeating in my head for the whole journey.
I get of the bike, pull out the key to the shop and put it in the lock.
"Let's play, let's play!" Says the knife in its usual sadisticly childish tone. "No." I think over and over until the voice is silent.
I turn the key and enter. I stand behind the counter and start helping customers. A few hours goes by and as I'm handing an old lady her shopping bag I hear the voice once more.
"Work no fun, I want to play now!" It says impatiently.
I hear the old lady gasp. "Son, are you alright? You're bleeding!"
I look down at my arm and see a large gash. It's not deep but it's bleeding heavily. I grab a towel to wrap around my arm.
"Yes, I'm fine. I must have cut it on a shelf or something. Don't worry ma'am." I tell her.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm perfectly fine. Thank you though."
The old lady looks at me, picks up her bag and leaves. I shut the door behind her and fall to the floor.
