Sugar

The Night

On 8th Street, I killed Kerry that night. I told him I wouldn't, but it was too tempting. I just HAD to kill him! It was fun anyways! I got into my room, knowing it wasn't my time for slumber. My mother walked into my room. She asked, "What went on at school today?" I said, "You'll never know..." Then I quickly walked up to her, faked a hug, and stabbed her face. She went down screaming. I stepped on her skull, crushing it. She died instantly. My father ran in, and I pounced on him, then stabbed his chest around 37 times. He also died. I sat there on the bed, wondering how I'm ever gonna fall asleep. I layed down and turned off the lights, hoping it would help. Around 12:00, or midnight, I heard my window open. I looked, but saw no one. I shrugged it off as if it were nothing. Then I saw a pair of eyes, staring into my soul. I said, "Well, hello there, death eyes!" I heard the breathing, knowing it wasn't a ghost. I turned on the lights, and saw the man standing there, staring at me. A smile carved on his face, his eyes never closing, he just stood there. He saw my dead mother in front of him. I asked, "So, who are you? I'm... uhhh... hmmm... Rush!" I quickly came up with a name for a sugar rush, and I got that. He stood there, still staring. I asked, "How dumb are you?! Do you even know how to speak?!" He said, "And you're not afraid of me... Interesting... I'm Jeff the Killer. What's up with the dead lady on the floor, and the man behind me?" I said, "Well, about 5 or 6 hours ago, I killed my parents. And here they are! Oh, and, hello Jeff!" Jeff seemed confused. He asked, "You killed them? Just a few hours ago?" I nodded. Jeff said, "Another psycho... How old are you?" I answered, "13." I could tell it was gonna be a long night. Jeff left me after hours, but I followed him. He went to this big house. Once he got inside, he put his knife down. He didn't know I was right behind him. I said, "Nice place you have here. Pretty haunted looking..." He quickly turned around and picked the knife back up. He pointed it at me and asked, "How the crap did you get in here?! You shouldn't be here you know. You'll die." I said, "I followed you. And you shouldn't be so worried about me dead if you were going to kill me in the first place. I'm willing to take that risk anyways." He facepalmed himself.