The Boy with the Smile

The Dream

~Jay's POV~

I walked up to my room and laid on my bed in the dark thinking about the boy that tried killing me.

"Hmm... Let me guess, you're thinking about me. " It's him.

I got up and ran to the door, but he suddenly stepped in front of it. I leaned my head against the door and started crying, scared that'd he kill me.

"Please don't kill me," I said sobbing, slowly walking away from him.

"Stop being a baby and relax. I'm not going to kill you," he said staring at me with wide eyes, as if the lids were gone which they were.

"Then why are you here?" I asked him softly making sure my mom didn't hear us.

"You have my knife," he said looking at it sitting on my desk.

"Oh yeah sorry I forgot," I mumbled walking over to my desk, picking it up and walking over to him, slowly handing it to him. He grabbed it from my hand, and as he did, I looked up at his face wondering why he was wearing a bandana around his mouth.

"I have a question," I said still looking at his face.

"What is it," he said noticing me looking at him.

"Why are you wearing a bandana around your mouth?"

"Do you really want to know why I'm wearing a bandana?"

"Yes." He reached up and untied the bandana.

"Before I take this off you better promise you won't scream."

"I promise," I said very eager to know.

He finished untying the bandana and pulls it off his face. My eyes widen as I look at his face. I put my hands on his cheeks feeling the leathery feeling cut tissue of his mouth. His mouth was cut into a smile. It was kinda cute on him it, as if fit his personality.

"Can I come in?" I heard my mom say from the other side of the door.

"Yeah one second mom,"

I turned seeing the boy climbing out my window.

"Wait what is your name?"

"Jeff," he said smiling his big smile, jumping out my window. All of a sudden my mom walked in.

"Were You talking to someone?"

"No it was the T.V.," I said smiling while thinking about Jeff.

"Oh well get some sleep we have to go into town tomorrow,"

"Okay good night." I said not hearing what she said.

I went to sleep and that night, I dreamed of Jeff. He was coming out of the woods to come talk to me but a girl that looked almost exactly like him, without the smile, took a knife and stabbed Jeff right in the neck. I tried screaming, but nothing came out. She noticed me and walked over as I sat on the ground crying. She lifted me up and plunged her knife into my stomach. My eyes flew open to sweat pouring off my face

"Oh it was just a dream," I said relieved to know that Jeff and I wasn't actually dead.