Sullivan is a 17 year old boy who lives with his parents and his little sister named Rosy. He always stood out from the other kids for reasons he didnt know why. He didnt mind it though, he thought it made him seem mysterious and charming.
Sullivan sat on his bed staring at the ceiling. His dark hair sat out in all directions from his sleepless night. His red tipped bangs covered one of his eyes. He would never admit it, but it was quite apparent that he was an emo.
clicking on the watch that rested on his nightstand the screen opened up to show bright green numbers, saying 3:00 AM.
Letting a stretch over take his muscles, a tiny whine escaping his lips before getting up, maybe a walk could tire him out. Almost every night this past month he couldn't sleep, for reasons he couldnt figure out.
He slipped on some shoes and his black jacket before stepping outside into the cold air. Rain pattered down on the roof in a gentle rhythm. For a second, Sullivan could have sworn he saw something in his peripheral vision, but when he turned to the side of his house were he thought he saw it, it was gone.
Shrugging it off he began down the walkway. Once he reached the sidewalk he looked around, deciding were he should go. Maybe he could go check out the woods, he knew there was alot of abandoned houses and even a section of the town that has been abandoned there. There were many reports of homeless people, but maybe he could find a cool place with a pretty view of the stars the night had to offer.
Making up his mind, he followed the sidewalk until he reached an area with tall pine trees. He could hear sounds that promised a river or atleast a stream.
There was an overgrown pathway that welcomed anyone who didnt mind getting pricked by thorns, or soaked from all the rain that the leaves stored, ready for attack.
Sullivan began making his way across until he was under the covers of the trees that stretched high above. Wind rattled the branches, some pine needles made their way swiftly to the ground all of it making a harmonizing rhythm with the rain.
After a little trek through the dense brush that covered the ground, he finally found what had made the noises promising a body of water.
Sure enough there was. A soft little creek made it's way down the hill disappearing to who knows were. The sounds of footsteps from behind made Sullivan spin around, ready to face someone, most likely an intoxicated homeless person but there was nothing there. He turned back to the creek for a second before the footsteps began getting louder and faster, as if someone was running full speed at him. Sullivan once again spun around, not knowing what to expect but once again nothing was there to greet him, just the quiet breeze that swept through the trees and rippled the surface of the water.
An eerie chill made it's way up his spine making him shake his head before continuing on by the creek bed.
Soon Sullivan decided hes seen enough after a few minutes and began making his way along the path. The sound of something swoop by in the trees made him jump, but he was just greeted with the wide curious eyes of an owl. It hooed as if apologizing before continuing to the next tree.
A weird fear began to overtake him making him walk faster down the path, the fear grew stronger and before he knew it he was dashing through the undergrowth until he was met with the dim street light near the road.
The fear left him when he stood in the open were he began his walk. Sullivan didnt want to be near the woods though so he walked quickly back to his house.
When his house came into sight he noticed that his window was open which he always left closed in the winter. Feeling uneasy he jogged up the walkway and gently pushed open the door.
He crept up the staircase leading to his room, being as quiet as possible to not wake anyone up.
Creaking open his door to a sight that made his heart drop.
There stood a boy about his age in the middle of his room. Long charcoal black hair swayed in the wind that the window produced. His skin was as white as paper and a sickening grin was carved into his face. His eyes were unblinking with black rings around them. And there in his hand was a long kitchen knife, dried blood covering the silver metallic material.
Then he brought a finger up to his lips, whispering in a eerie yet calm hushing voice as if he was cooing a baby. He said "go... to... sleep..."
