Melody's P.O.V
I was on my way to school; it was winter time which gave me the best excuse to wear a scarf over my head. My mother and I live in a small town, where everyone mostly knows each other, well except my mom of course. She hides in the shadows and goes killing to the next town, so no one could get any suspicions. In this town, it was quite. Not that much crime over here, which kind of makes it too boring, but it was perfect for us.
Yet my life is complicated, first I have school until 3, piano lesson until 5, and a job until 1 in the morning. I didn't want to do it, but my mom said to have a normal life much as possible. Yet, I don't get to see my mom all week…which I think she's fines with since she goes out and kills every night.
"Hey Mel!" I turned around to see who called me and it was a friend of mine, Lance. "Hey, what's up?" lance was the only person that ever talk to me, everyone was afraid of me because of my smile. People been calling me the spawn of Jeff, but I don't know why? I mean who is he? I even asked my mom, but she stayed quiet. So I never asked her again.
"So, Lance who is this Jeff fellow anyways?" He looked at me with a confused gazed and then started to laugh. "I thought you knew! I mean it took you this long to ask?" I nodded and felt my cheeks heating up.
"Well, he is a killer, and he murdered his own family and many others, he's a wacko, insane in the membrane." A killer…just like my mother, I think that's hard to believe. "I don't think its ok to call him that, maybe he will come and get you" Lance had chills run through his spine, I thought it was funny.
Time past and school was finally over and my piano instructor called in sick and I got a day off from work! Since it's a Friday, I get to speed the weekend with my mom, except at nights of course. As I was walking I wanted to stop at the store, you know to buy some food and make some dinner for the both of us. Maybe I can make my mom's favorite meal. I can't wait to see my mom's face when she finds out that I get to spend more time.
"I'm home!" my voice echoed through the old abandon house, sometimes I wonder what would it be like to have a normal home, nice and clean, with things that work properly. No one was answering…did mom go out to kill already, this early? I sighed and place all the food at the table. Maybe I should wait until she comes back, I thought. I went over to the piano that was already here when we found the place. I was curious when I first saw it, so I ask my mom if it was ok that I had lessons, she loved of the idea and I played ever since. I started to play "Moonlight Sonata" by Beethoven, one of my favorite pieces. The noise travel around the house and it was the best feeling that I have. It took me a while to actually play it right. I imagine I was in front of the crowed and people cheering me on, calling out my name.
"You play very beautifully," a low voice said to me. I turned around and see a man with freakishly long black hair, and his eye wide open looking like he have never blink, and his smile…same like mine; ear to ear, but his is wide open and fresh. I froze; fear has taken over me making me unable to move. I grab my scarf trying to hide my mouth, I don't know why just a force of habit. The man grabbed me, making myself realize that I need to get out of his grip. I try to run, but he keeps dragging me to the floor. I don't know what to do…I'm sacred…
"MOOOM!" I scream top of my lungs. Yet, I felt that my stitches were opening. No not again! I thought, but I couldn't help it. I need her; she knows how to deal with this.
"Aw, screaming for your mommy? Music to my ears," I started to hyperventilate and try to garb anything to help me run away from him. I kicked him on his private parts and let go of me, now it's my chance to run.
"Stupid bitch! Now you are going to get it!" as soon as I start running he grabs my hair, curse myself for not cutting it, and toss me to the wall. I couldn't move the pain was too great. The man came closer and closer. I think this is the end of me…I'm sorry mom, I'm not strong as you, I love you.
"Go to sleep," he held up his knife on top of his head, I felt both my tears and blood running to my jaw line.
"Jeff?"
