4I lay in bed starring at the ceiling. Damn it, why couldn't I sleep? I hadn't been able to for over a week and this was getting annoying. I had a test the next day in 2nd period Spanish and I knew I would be dead tired. Groaning, I rolled over in bed to stare at the alarm clock. The red numbers blinked 3:30 am. Great, I'd have to get up for school in 2 and ½ hours.
"Well," I thought, "there's no use laying here doing nothing for the rest of the night." I got up throwing the blanket that was covering me to the side and began to pad downstairs. It was completely silent in the house because everyone else was asleep.
As I tiptoed past my parents' room I nearly jumped two feet as I heard, "Charlotte, you okay?" Letting out a relieved sigh I replied in a semi-whisper, "Yeah, I'm fine mom just getting a drink." My mom always woke up when I passed by her room in the middle of the night. I suppose I should of bean used to it by then.
Making my way to the kitchen I turned on the light while shutting my eyes tightly. I waited for them to get used to the blinding light after navigating through the pitch black that was the rest of my house.
Then I swung my body up onto the counter and stood up so I could reach the top shelf of the cabinet's that held the glasses. It sucked being the shortest in the family when even my little brother could easily reach the glasses with out even extending his arm all the way.
Jumping down, I went over to the sink and filled my glass up. I left the water running as I chugged the entire cup. I then filled it up again and shut off the facet thinking it would be a good idea to look up fanfic on the Internet until I was tired.
Turning around I gave a small yelp and dropped my glass. It came crashing down at my feet splintering in thousands of small shards.
Before me stood a boy. He couldn't of bean older than six with unnatural looking ivory white skin. In comparison his lips were large and a deep rose red making a stark contrast to his face. The boy's eyes looked forward with a sharp interest taking in every detail of the kitchen was no person behind them but instead almost as if a he was a predator stalking his pray. He was wearing a tattered t-shirt and shorts with no shoes.
I stood frozen. My mind went blank. I had no idea what to do. He seemed to be looking down at my feet. I lowered my eyes. Blood oozed from dozens of cuts on my foot. I had dropped the glass on it. Funny, I hadn't even noticed before. I had been.I had been so memorized by the boy's eyes. I couldn't help myself I looked back up into them.
They just pulled you in. They were like deep wells of water full of depth and no end in site. Though like I said earlier, it was as if a killer was behind them.
Suddenly he was on top of me. I hadn't realized what was happening but he was there and that pulled me out of my shock. His nails ripped into my skin as he clawed at my arms, trying to reach my neck. I screamed. I screamed and screamed and screamed. Pulling at his hair and kicking as hard as I could, anything to keep him away from me. His mouth was open and I saw flashes of razor sharp white teeth and then glimpses of his eyes or other parts of his body. I wasn't thinking. I can barely remember what happened just that I was fighting for my life. The boy was strong. I new somewhere inside me that I was loosing. I couldn't hold him off forever but I tried, god I tried.
Then his elbow met my stomach and I flinched. Having distracted me the boy saw his chance and took it. I felt his teeth sink into my neck and if at all possible I screamed even louder. It was the worst pain I ever felt and I could feel myself getting hot as the blood coursed out of my veins and into his. He was like an attack dog refusing to let go.
Something inside me kicked in. I was not going to die! I couldn't! My hands blindly flailed around searching for something for anything to help me defend myself against the boy. My left hand closed around something, it was an automatic response I didn't even know what I was doing but I brought my hand up and stabbed it into his back. Feeling something slice into his flesh I drug my hand down and realized distantly that I had picked up one of the larger pieces of glass.
It was digging into my hand as well as his. Cutting deeply as our blood mixed and swirled together.
The boy let out an ear-piercing scream as he released my neck from his death grip. He twisted around in an impossible move sinking his teeth into my hand holding the glass shard.
With my free hand I shoved against his face attempting to get him off. My fingers found his eyes, his hypnotic eyes, and without thinking I pushed them as hard as I could into the soft tissue.
In a rage now the boy let ago and tried to bit my face but I was prepared this time. Still holding his face with my fingers in what were his eyes I grabbed the glass shard out of his back, my fingers slipping on the sticky blood, and started to slice at his stomach wildly.
With one stroke I hit his thin neck cleaving in almost halfway off his head. Blood came pouring out of him twirling in with what was already there. The blood was slick and the only reason I was able to keep hold of the glass was because of how it was cutting deeply into me.
I was crying now. I didn't know what I was doing. The boy slowly stopped moving but I didn't care I just kept on slicing at his body. Slowly my slices turned into stabs as I was almost hysterically shoving the blade into his flesh. Then I started hacking, a him, all over him, trying to sever the rest of his neck, ridding him of his left arm, and then his right one, determined to make sure he didn't try and do anything again.
Finally, exhausted I collapsed on top of the boy sobbing. I just lay there shaking for god knows how long.
When I finally had gained some measure of control of myself back I sat up. I began to wonder why no one had come down stairs yet. I mean I live with my parents and my little sister you think one of them would of heard that.
Still with occasional sobs rocking my body I stood up shakily. I had to grab on to the counter to stop from loosing my balance.
I then began to walk to the kitchen door but I only got two steps before slipping and almost falling but I caught my self at the last second.
Looking down I was reminded that almost the entire floor was covered in blood and if I weren't careful I'd end up with my face in it. Sickened by the site I closed my eyes for a little trying not to faint. With a deep breath I continued on the way to the stairs were my parents and sister's rooms were located.
I somehow managed to make it up the flight of steps. By then though I was nearly unconscious. I had lost a lot of blood and couldn't stand up without leaning against the wall.
I stumbled and hit the floor hard, not bothering to brake my fall. I didn't have the energy to get up and walk the rest of the way to my parents' room so I began to crawl the rest of the way. It seemed like it took forever but finally I was just outside there doorway.
"Mom? Dad?" I whispered weakly in a strained voice I didn't recognize. "Mom? Dad? You there?"