Chapter one:
I sat in my room on my bed whisperering to the voice across from me. He kept objecting to what I was saying and encouraging the opposite of what I wanted. But I liked to listen to him anyway. I don't know why, but I just did. I still lived nextdoor to the scary neighbor man, but I no longer called him that, even if the voice did. His eyes glowed through the darkness and his voice echoed in my mind. "I know...and if I commited suicide tomorrow no one care...no one would notice," I whispered back at him. He cackled. That voice sent chills up and down my spine and I glared at him. "Its only true and you know it!" I yelled.
"No need for yelling now. What if your parents hear you? You'll be in trouble and you don't want that do you? Yes, people probably wouldn't care if you died tomorrow, but I know the man nextdoor would, he cares about you. Have you forgotten him?" he asked.
I shook my head and smiled, "No...how do you forget a man like Johnny? I would think it to be impossible. Your right, he would care, and I guess its because he does know that I'm still alive," I told him looking down at my small hands. "Shmee...?"
"yes?"
"oh...its nothing", I said smiling softly to myself at the thought of someone caring about me in some sorta weird way.
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I was lying in my room reading a book from skool. My head was on my pillow and the window was wide open. I could hear the screams next door, you'd think I'd be used to it...but I'm not! I still can't get over the thought of someone being tortured by a homicidal maniac.
But I have grown to know it. I'm quite fond of the knowledge that Johnny is still there and hasn't left. I am still frightened of him. Not so much though since I have come to learn he wouldn't harm me. The voice tells me other wise.
I sighed then closed my book and set it aside. I stood up and walked towards the window. I stared down at the glowing house next door. The dark of the night surrounding it was amazing. You never know whats lurking out there, waiting for you when your alone then jumping out to attack. I sighed again then leaned out the window to breath in some fresh air. I closed my eyes for what seemed like only a second and when I opened them the first thing I saw was Johnny sitting on the sill next to me. I squeaked then fell backwards landing on the floor with a loud thump.
"Whoa! Are you okay?", he asked slipping off the sill and looking down at me.
I just groaned then slowly let out, "Holy shit Johnny, don't sneak up on me like that!", he just laughs abit then holds out his hand in which I grab so he can pull me to my feet. I rubbed the back of my sore head where I had hit it when falling, "Anyways...hello", I said sitting on my bed.
"Hi", says Johnny looking at me surprised. "Oh! Right, Squee, you wouldn't happen to have a potato peeler that I can borrow? One you wont mind not being able to get blood and brains off",he asked giving me an half innocent look.
My eye twitched. What the hell was he gonne do with a potato peeler?! Either way I shook my head while backing away, "No...no I don't. sorry", I said sitting on my bed and looking into my hands.
"hmm...well okay, I'll see ya later-"
"Squee!?!", I heard my dad call from the stair case. I heard a harsh knock from the door and the handle begin to turn. I jumped up and began to panicked. I quickly glanced at Johnny who seemed completely calm.
My eyes twitched again and I screamed, "DON'T COME IN!!", the handle stopped and I calmed abit. I heard my father sigh from behind the door and I sat down again looking up at my neighbor. He seemed to have not budged one bit from when my father knocked. I sighed then looked at the door, "Yes?",
"Me and your mother are gonna be gone for a few days to get away from you and pretend you didn't ruin our lives...and don't forget I still hate you", I heard him call. I glanced at Johnny who looked slightly pissed. My fathers shadow from under the door left and I collapsed onto my bed.
I curled up and groaned under my breath, "You can go now Nny", I whispered. When I turned to see if he was still standing there I found that he wasn't. I stood up and looked out the window. I saw that Johnny had completely dissapeared. The sound of the door slamming closed was in both the back of me inside and infront from outside. The car door opened and shut and I realised...I was finally alone.
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It had been a week now that I was alone. My parents had not called once to check upon me or ensure I was still there. I stayed in most of the time, going out for food everyone and awhile though. Shmee kept me company and Johnny stopped by every now and then. Pepito did as well. The good thing about being home alone is that no one says "I hate you", no one hits me for doing something bad, and I'm free to do anything I want...which isn't alot by the way.
"How long has it been since your parents left?" asked Shmee. I just shrugged and shoved another tablespoon full of cerial in my mouth. I munched on the soggy yet crunchy cerial and turned on the T.V. cartoons nowa days were pretty violent, fighting and stuff. But no better way to spend a saturday moring.
I was about to take another bite of my cerial when there was a knock at the door. I sighed and placed the spoon back in the bowl and got up to answer the door. Despise my appearence of my black shirt with a yellow smiley face and blue pants, ruffled hair and tired eyes...I answered it. The police were there...or at least two officers and one car behind them that was pulled up to the sidewalk. I gave them a funny look then stepped aside to let them in. They both had straight yet dark and sad expressions.
I closed the door and followed them towards the couches. They sat down and I stood infront of them, "If I may ask...whats wrong?", I attempted to look in their eyes but they avoided me for some reason. I felt something was definatly wrong. Finally one of them spoke up.
"I'm just going to presume that you are Todd Casil", she looked up at me and I nodded. "Todd...your parents were in an accident...there car swerved off the road and they crashed into a gas station...they were rushed to a hospital but...they didn't make it...I'm sorry", she said bowing her head. The other just tightened their eyes closed and turned away more.
I ran what she said through my mind over, over, over, and over again...but no luck in processing it. I smiled and laughed abit before asking, "what?"
The other finally looked at me with an even more sad look. "Your parents died...but they left something before dying. Its a paper, that I have here-", he began to dig in his pockets and I ate a few more chips and watched as he pulled out a piece of paper and unfolded it. He handed it to me and I took it and carefully read the words.(in which Im not gonna type in because you can use your god damn imagination)
My hands were trembling and my mouth was tightly sealed. My eyes filled to the brim with tears. I dropped the chip bag and fell back in the chair. I dropped the paper and brought my knees to my chest placing my forehead on them and I began to tremble. My parents were really dead...and they left me to be taken to an orphanage.
"I ain't going to no orphanage!", I screamed uncurling then standing up. I stomped on the paper and something in the back of my mind snapped. I screamed at the top of my lungs and fell to my knees then glared at the police officers. "My damn parents hated me! Constantly telling me that I was a mistake! I was just to stupid and blind to see it! And now that they're dead they just put me in some sorta home?!", I laughed, "They wish! seventeen years of their shit is enough!", I stood up and staggered towards the door, "AND YOU! You can all FUCK OFF", I then opened the door and ran off. I ran not very far...infact...the distance was only nextdoor.