Sandman † l.р.

iii

"evil is just live spelled backwards."

__________________

"What?" I ask with wide eyes looking at the tattooed boy before me.

"My names Sandy, what's yours?" He asks with a smug smirk.

"What are you doing in my house?" I ask again with no emotions.

"I just told you," He replies.

"This isn't your house, you don't live here, and I suggest you leave soon before I call the police." I threat.

"Good luck with that," He grins as I turn to grab the phone before dialling the police.

"What's your emergency?" The voice asks.

Blythe talks quickly, beginning to turn to face Sandy, "There's an intruder in my hou--"She stops in the middle of her sentence when she sees that Sandy was gone, a pile of sand in his place all over the kitchen floor.

_______________________

"Why would you call the police!?" My mother asks me in a surprised tone after I told her what had happened while she and dad were out.

"There was someone in the house!" I reply looking between both my parents who were shaking their heads at me, "I'm so sorry that I got scared because a man was inside this house claiming that it was his!"

"Well, care to explain all the sand on the kitchen floor then?" My dad asks me expectantly.

"I told you, I was talking to the operator when I turned around and instead of the intruder all I saw was a pile of sand on the floor!" I answer beginning to become angry. Why didnt they believe me?

My mother just shakes her head in annoyance, "Just. Just go to your room." She says nonchalantly, pointing her small dainty finger towards the stairs.

I groan, turning to look at them, "Why can't you ever believe me whenever I tell you the truth?" I ask before stomping up to my room.

I hated fighting with my parents but when I tell them the truth, I expect them to believe me. I never ask them for much, the least they could do was listen to something I was sincerely serious about.

Once I was inside the room, I slammed the door behind me and walking over to my bed, falling face first into it, holding the pillow to my face and screaming into it with frustration.

I couldn't wait for school, so I wouldn't have to deal with their nagging anymore, and I know for sure they'll hold what happened today against me for a long time, like all the other times I mess up or do something wrong in their eyes.

I mean I love them but it'd be nice if they'd listen to me for once.

I let out a sigh, turning around onto my back and staring at the ceiling, letting myself relax, trying to forget about the little fight I had with my mom and dad.

"Sorry they didn't believe you..." I hear a familiar voice chuckle as I sit up straight looking at who just spoke to me, my eyes widen in shock. It was him.

Sandy.

My mouth drops, how did he get into my room? Was he hiding in here? "Get out!" I shout at him causing the smirk on his face to grow wider.

"No thank you." He replies confidently and I felt the hairs on the back on my neck stand on end.

Is he going to hurt me?

I open my mouth about to scream when I noticed Sandy hurry and throw something at my eyes. I let out a low squeal before rubbing my eyes, feeling a feeling of drowsiness coming over me.

"What did you do?" I slur watching him until I felt myself fall back and close my eyes, instantly falling asleep.

_______________________

I think I'm going to just do short chapter for this story unless anyone wants longer ones.

~Sarah