Timmy had woken up at 7:30 A.M. as he usually did, every morning. He walked around the dark, cold apartment. Silence filled the air as he began to walk to his Mother's room. Opening the door he quietly made his way to her.

"Mom. . .?" He asked. She didn't reply, why would she. She hasn't talked since the incident. "Oh dear, you've seemed to misplaced your eyes again." He observed with a smirk. Her hollowed out eye sockets, still red despite the dried blood, were empty and practically crying out the word terror. The needles used to hold her eyes in place had been ripped out forcefully, there were pieces of flesh still attached. This had happened yesterday. Timmy exited the room, ready to find Mother's eyes.

Timmy walked to his father's room, he usually knew where the eyes were. The door was open, and Timmy stared at father's lifeless body. The moment father saw Timmy he sprinted at him, a growing anger the closer he got. But Timmy had seen this before, and knew how to act accordingly. Quickly Timmy grabbed the kitchen knife he kept on him at all times, and stabbed his father straight into his dry, waxy skull. Of course that would stop him, but Timmy enjoyed his fathers pain and took the knife out of his skull and cut across the old mans chest. He was down and bleeding profusely, Timmy was still not satisfied. He knew what his father did to him and his sister, Tammy, and grew angry. With his newfound rage Timmy stabbed his father straight threw the heart, over and over again, pieces of flesh scattering everywhere and despite the fact that Father was dead, blood was pouring out of every wound. This went on until he finally got over his fit. The deed was done, and Timmy had forgotten about the eyes. "Father," he asked grimly, "do you know where mother's eyes are?" Father said nothing, but his blood dripped into letters spelling a name he knew too well, "T A M M Y".

"Good." Timmy said, when about to exit the room. However, he stopped in his tracks. "One more thing father," Timmy said with a grinning smirk ,that spread so far along his face it was almost inhumane, "don't let this happen again. It was hard enough bringing you back the first time." And with that Timmy left the room to fulfill his task.

At the table in the dining room sat Tammy, Timmy's younger sister. He had raised her himself.

"Oh Tammy"

[TO BE CONTINUED]