Never Alone (A Jeff The Killer Novel)

Chapter 4: Happy Birthday Mikey

Mike's POV..

I woke up in the hospital. I had stitches on my face, in the corners of my mouth. My parents were sitting in chairs next to the hospital bed.

"Honey!" My mother exclaimed, tears rolling down her face.

I had nothing to say. So I just looked at her with my dead, blacked rimmed eyes.

6 years later....

Ever since the incident, my parents tried to give me the most normal life they could. We had moved to Oklahoma City, but I was diagnosed with Sleep Terror, having terrible, vivid, "nightterrors" almost everynight. Gee, I wonder why. I often woke up screaming and my hands covered in blood from beating the hell out of the wall, but by now I was used to.it.

Given the proper treatment, My face had mostly healed, but you could see light colored scars if you looked long enough at me. My eyes, that's a different story. They remained outlined in black so I wear shades most of the time.

"Wake up Michael! Its your fourteenth birthday!" My mother yelled as she threw a pillow at me.

"Uhhhgggg some sleep would be a nice birthday present" I said half-asleep.

"Oh get up you sleepyhead!" She said, dragging me by the arm into the kitchen.

Suddenly, my mother let out a god-awful scream, and I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes to see what she was hollering about.

My father was slumped up against the kitchen wall, his eyes rolled back into his head, and blood gushing from his throat.

On the wall, written in red was,

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIKEY"