Go To Sleep

Chapter 1

Violet's point of view

It's been almost a year since that day. My parents were brutally murdered by a man named Jeff. His nickname these days is Jeff the killer. His murderous crimes have been going on without fail. The police can't seem to catch him no matter what. He leaves behind absolutely no evidence whatsoever besides three words slathered by the victims blood on the wall: "Go To Sleep." Every time.

That day when I found that note stuck in the knife on the side of my house, I was terrified. I couldn't sleep for days knowing that he might be watching me; waiting for me. I had no intention of joining his hideous crimes; but I didn't want everyone to know about all of this either. Everyone would hate me for sure. Especially everyone in the orphanage I've come in terms with. They stare at me with pitiful and scared eyes, like I'm a freak.

But I sort of am now. All this stress and nervousness comes from the fear of dying. I don't want the same thing that happened to my parents happen to me. Sometimes I think that it was all just a dream, a horrible, gruesome nightmare. But it wasn't, it was reality. My parents are dead and they aren't coming back.

The things that remind me of him, that proves that it wasn't a grief-stricken nightmare, is the knife and scar he left me. I have the knife safely kept in a rectangular black box that's locked with a key. I hide it in my dresser and have the key wrapped on my necklace that I always have tucked inside my clothes so no one can see it. The scar he left me was long enough to see from both sides of my neck. I bought a choker to hide it, I wear it everyday.

I cut my hair and dyed it black. I wear contacts and depressing clothes now. It's all for my own safety. Everyone in the police department suggested I change the way I look so I have a chance to live and fool Jeff. They have been monitoring my every move since that day. That means that I can't do anything without either permission or privacy. Not even to change. There are cameras everywhere, even the bathroom.

I kind of freaks me out that they want to catch him so bad that they put cameras in my bathroom. But you get used to it. People sometimes come to find kids to adopt, but they never give me a second glance. I get a sad feeling in the pit of my stomach when everyone ignores me like that.

Jeff's killing patterns are different every time. Sometimes he kills women and children, and sometimes he kills men and elders. Everything is a surprise, even the location. At times he will murder someone nearby, like, right around the corner, which terrifies me. Other times he'd kill people all the way across the nation. Which is just weird cause it happens after a short period of time.

Sometimes I even see him in my dreams. That horrible face haunts my life. In my dreams, I'm watching everything happen again, but I can see myself. I'm outside of my body watching the whole scene. I always wake up crying or drenched in sweat. I can never relax, I know he's waiting for me, but he doesn't know where exactly I am. When he does, however, I'll be in big trouble. He'll finish me off for sure. I have no idea what his intentions might be of letting me live, but I don't like it.

Sometimes I feel like he's watching me, but that's impossible, I don't look the same as when we met. I get that feeling though. Either when I'm outside with my caretaker or alone in my room, I feel it. I think of his black eyes and shiver. When I'm walking to my room at night from the bathroom, i turn around and I swear I see strings of a white sweatshirt ducking around a corner.

I can't sleep most of the time so I stay up reading, writing or drawing. I draw my parents most of the time so I don't forget what they look like. At times without even realize it, I draw Jeff. I always crumple the paper and throw it to the other side of the room where the trash can is. This happens frequently, and I hate it. I can't stop my mind from thinking about him all the time.

The scariest part of all this, is that I never told him my name, he just knew.