It's time to 'Go To Sleep'

The Little 'Accident'

*giggles muffled by a hand*

"Hello? Where are you?" They were standing at the kitchen table and I was behind them. I shut the front door and locked it. 

"Oh, there you a---" they stopped and their eyes widened, little Billy's eyes looked as if they were about to pop out, and I laughed at this!

"Oh, you looking for mommy and daddy? They are in their bedroom!" I said, "why don't I take you to them.

"Billy! Ru-" I cut her off by plunging my blood stained knife into her breast, pulling it roughly out then straight in the side of the neck. She collapsed to my feet in an unnatural position and Billy unfroze from his spot when I looked at him.

"Please, don't hurt me Jeff! Please!!!" He pleaded, and my laugh spills out of my mouth again. 

"Awwe, I'll give you the count of Three! L-like e-e-ee-in te-te-tip-tips!!!"

*loud child scream* it was penetrating, that scream.

"Shhh,shhh,shhh" I hushed then decided to start counting,"-----1------"

His eyes boiled up with tears and they flowed freely down his red, puffy cheeks.

"Better start running--------2-------" *more hysteric laughing* " although you should of realised you're not getting o-ow-out of here a-a-alive-ALIVE l-l-lit-little B-BEH-BILLY!!!!!" I quietly said in a quite scary voice I didn't realise belonged to me at first. He was running up the stairs screaming.

"----THREE-----" I yelled in that same voice.

I giggled once more and said, "I'm coming Billy!"

And I started running after him, slowly. I heard a door shut, and knew he must of been in mommy or daddy's room as he screamed, I knew it wasn't Lius room because it came from the opposite direction.*hysteric laughter* "I neh-neh-know weh-where you ah-ah-are!"

*knock..........knock* I knock on the room he was in twice very slowly. I twist the door knob but it was locked. I kicked the door in frustration. "OPEN t-the D-deh-DOOR, bi-beh-BILLY!!!"

"NEVER!!!" I heard him yell, "never, ever, never, never, NEVER!!!" He chanted that word in his high pitched little boys voice, I hated his chanting, it annoyed the crap out of Me.

"Sssss-sorry tow-to broc-break it to you, b-b-but you will orrrrr I'll g-get I-in there!" And I know that I will as I could just slide the knife down the crack of the door and push the lock open. So I did, and I knew that he knew I'd get in because his choppy breathing got faster and I could imagine him cowering in a corner, eyes wide and crying.

I heard the door click and he gave a small yelp as I turned the bloodied door knob once more. I giggled slightly as his sobbing grew louder the more I turned the knob, I did it soooo slowly so I could scare the life out of the child before starting on my canvas. I needed patience and tolerance, so I started practising by trying to keep my calm and do everything at a slow pace!

I peered through the small crack I'd made and saw him cowering in a corner and rocking back and forth while holding his knees. He didn't look at me, but closed his eyes and sobbed.

"W-h-what's da-the meh-mat-matter, Bill-Billy?!?" I asked, knowing, of course, the answer. I couldn't hold my hysterics back any longer and I let the mock laughter pour out of my smiling face! I felt.....so...FREE!!!

He then again pleaded, screaming that word a kid says all the time when they want a lollie or something like that, 'please'. He didn't say it so pleadingly after the first four times but sounded as if he was asking someone distant, he sounded as if he was....PRAYING!!!  He WAS!!! I pitied him somewhat, but I'm going to set him free, make him happy and-and at PEACE

"Aww, please don't cry,"I said, showing some sympathy in my voice, it was probably a little scary for the little guy,"I'm giving you peace, letting you be HAPPY!!!"

*muffled words from Billy*

"Do you believe in God, Billy?"

"Y-y-yeh-yes!" He said so very quietly that it was only just audible to me.

"Ok, you'll see your mum, in heaven, and you'll get to meet The Lord, GOD and his son, Jesus!" I said, although I did not believe in God, I was just putting people at peace, resting in peace(R.I.P)!

He finally looked up, he had stopped sobbing, "Jeff?" I shushed him, I walked over to him, grabbed his wrists and pulled him over to the bed. He let out a small yelp of pain, I knew why, I heard a small *crack* come from his wrist! I think I fractured it. All I said was 'oops'. I found a little rope and tied his arms behind his back and then to the foot of the bed. A little blood dripped on his mud-brown hair and on his green-hooded jacket. He started to cry again. I started on my masterpiece, working on my young, living canvas. 

I firstly carved 'R.I.P' into his heaving chest. He writhed in agony, he yet out a loud scream and I put a blooding finger to his mouth and shhhh, then shook my head slowly, from side to side in dis-approval. 

"You shouldn't scream like that, I'm trying to HELP you, Billy"

Silent tears streamed down his face, steadily and also red from blood, blood from my hands and the bed. "Shhhhhh, it's ALL right, Billy!" And then I frowned, invisibly, "you n-ned-need t-tu-teh-TO be H-ha-happy!!!" Then I held his head very tightly with my hand and with my right, I cut the first part of the grin in his face. Thick, scarlet red blood oozed and trickled out of his left cheek, he almost fainted with the pain, I knocked him twice in that cheek slowly and un-painfully then went to the next cheek. When I was finished, I told him now he could be happy forever now.

Then I said my simple phrase,"Go To Sleep!" I could see in his eyes the pain he was enduring and how scared he was, then my knife went straight into his heart, I I took it out thenrepeated three times before he faired, he was not dead, but soon he would drift away.

Now, to cover it even the slightest bit, I covered the house in Gasoline that daddy had stored in the simple garage and then lit a match and threw it, the house lit up very quickly, I was mesmerised there until I heard sirens in the distance. Fire-engine? Police?

I didn't know but I decided to make a run for it. Into the woods...