Go to Sleep My Love

Chapter 1

        I pulled my covers farther up over my head as I heard another shreik coming from my parents' bedroom. 

"Stay away from her! Please, just leave my wife alone!" My father's usually strong voice sounded shaky as he spoke to their attacker. My stomach spun at the thought of what the scene going on just down the hall might look like. It was like my family's own, personal horror movie.

        Part of me wanted to stay here under my covers in hopes of saving myself from that killer, but another part of me loved my parents too much to just leave them in there to die. Somehow I managed to work up the courage to pull the protective duvet cover off of my head. My body shook all over as I took the first step onto my carpet.

"Oh please just let us go!" My mother wailed. I cringed at her words. There was a selfish voice inside of my head that told me to stop. It told me to just get back into bed or hide in my closet. There was no hope for my parents; I should stop worrying about them and start figuring out how to protect myself from this intruder. I furiously shook my head in hopes of getting the selfish voice out of there. There was no way I could ignore the agonized voices of my parents; I knew that I had to keep going. Even if I lived through this, I was sure I would never be able live with the guilt of allowing my parents to be murdered.

        I continued tip-toeing down the hallway as I shooed each selfish thought of turning back out of my head. I stopped at the end of the hallway and carefully peaked into my parents bedroom. The two of them were squished up against the wooden headboard. My father had his arms wrapped around my mother as protection, but even in the dark I could see that the fear in his eyes was just as real as that of the fear in my mother's eyes. Although the sight of my parents was enough to make me puke up my guts, the sight of the killer was twice as dreadful. He was turned towards my parents so I was only able to see his back, but what I saw was sufficient.

        First of all, he was wearing a white hoodie that seemed to make his torso glow in the dark. The sickening part of his attire wasn't the white hoodie itself, but the fact that it was stained with red blood. Mostly just splotches, but I swear I could make out a bloody handprint on his right shoulder. The second thing that made my blood run cold was the apparent age of the killer. He definitely wasn't short or anything, but somehow it was made obvious by his appearance that he was still a boy who couldn't have been much older than me. The last thing was the knife in his hands. It didn't surprise me that he had a knife; I guess that much could've been expected. What scared me more was that his knife was already bloody. I'm not sure if this was blood leftover from a previous murder or if he had already taken a stab at one of my parents. Either way, it added to the chill factor.

"Don't touch her! Just take me instead and leave her be!" My father cried. I had never heard my father cry before, but now the sobs were generously laced throughout his voice. It was my chance to act and I should've done something. I wanted to do something, but it seemed to be physically impossibe. It was like the fear had frozen me and I couldn't speak or move. I could hardly even think straight. 

"Shhhhhhh....... Just go to sleep." The murderous boy whispered before aiming the knife straight at my father's heart. The silver blade made an awful stabbing noise as it pierced through his chest. I took deep breaths and instructed my stomach to keep my dinner down. I watched in horror as the psychotic killer turned to face my trembling mother. Every breath she took was shaky and her soft, pale cheeks were striken with tears.

"You can kill me; all I ask is that you leave my poor daughter alone." My mother managed to choke out in between her tortured sobs. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My parents were only concerned with saving their family and they would readily sacrifice themselves for each other and myself. Me being the greedy daughter that I was, I had the ability to just sit there and watch them be killed. Yeah sure, I had gotten out of bed, but truthfully I had done nothing to protect them from this terrible fate.