Go To Sleep

Chapter 18

Jeff the killers point of view

I figured that they'd take Violet to the hospital after what they saw, and I was right. For eight days and seven nights, I watched her sleep. (Like the creeper I am.) Her room was on the first floor so I could easily watch over her. The nurses would give her weird looks whenever they came in to change her IV bags and tubes everyday. I would come every night when the sun went down so nobody would bother or suspect me. I've attempted to enter through the window several times, but it would always be locked. The winter nights would freeze me to the bone, but it was all worth it. Just seeing Violet warmed me up. Again, sounds weird but it's true, Violet makes me feel like I'm on fire inside. When she woke up, I couldn't have been any happier. My heart raced when she tried to look at me. (When Andy finally left.) I tapped on the window until she realized it was me. I could hear her gasp through the window, and I laughed quietly. She ducked under the covers like I was a monster. I saw her shaking ever so slightly under the white blanket. I kept staring and she stayed under the blanket, that is, until Andy came back several minutes later. That man makes me lose it sometimes. Just seeing him made me want to break the window and come in. To take Violet away, to make her mine.
"Hey Violet!" Andy called out to her. I balled my hands into fists. My nails dig into my leathery flesh. As soon as he was close enough, Violet jumped out of the blanket and hugged him tight, making me furious. I couldn't hear most of what she was saying, due to the fact that she was whispering, but pointing my way. Andy frowned and walked up to the window, making me duck out of sight. He opened the window and looked around, luckily he didn't look down, no one ever does. He closed it once more, letting the lock click into place. I cursed under my breath. I cautiously stood up and looked into the window, only to see her being led out of the room. She stumbled a little, her legs weren't used to walking yet. It was quite cute. I stifled a laugh as the nurse came in questioning why she was out of bed. "I'm going to the bathroom." I heard Violet say as I pressed my ear to the window. The lady nodded and let her through, with a face. I was so sick of that nurse giving Violet those strange looks. Anger surges through me, the darkness leaping out, begging to be free of its imprisonment. I felt myself smiling wider than usual as I gave the window a slight tap with the tip of my knife I had stored in my hoodie pocket. I saw that the window was big enough for her body to fit through. She walked up to the window, the look on her face was priceless when she opened it and saw mine. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I grabbed for her dress and pulled her out of the room, making her head bang on the top of the frame. She yelped out in pain as the blood trickled down her forehead, only making me even more bloodthirsty. I held her mouth, not letting her scream as I held up my knife to her throat. I chuckled as the tears began to flow out of her deep brown eyes. I pushed her to the wall and dug my knife into her tan neck. "Go To Sleep." I whispered in her ear.

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They didn't find her body until the next day. I was great full that Andy had taken Violet home earlier than expected. I had to walk to her house, unexpectedly because the car I had "borrowed" had a terrible engine and couldn't last longer than a month or so. I sighed as I headed out into the night, trying not to draw any attention to myself as I snuck through alleyways and into backyards. After a couple hours of endless walking and jogging, I finally made it to the tree line of the woods. I sighed and continued to walk towards my cabin. If you already didn't know, I murdered the previous residents to I can reside there by myself. The sun was just starting to rise beyond the horizon by the time I got there, making the sky a bit blue. I ducked under the bushes and into the clearing where I jogged up to the porch steps and into the small cabin. My legs aching, I flopped onto my fluffy bed, kicking off my boots in the process. I didn't care that my hoodie had blood on it, staining part of my blankets, I was tired as hell. I threw the knife that was in my pocket across the room, letting it shank the wall. Since It was already day, I had enough time to rest for the night where I would visit Violet one last time. For what, you may ask? You'll find out.