I saw it, I saw it all.
I should have just ran, ran right after I saw it. Then I wouldn’t be in this mess now, wouldn’t have to run forever.
I saw him raise his hand, I saw him creep up to his prey.
I saw him study the situation, saw him remove his weapon.
I saw how concentrated he was, how his eyes narrowed like a cats’, how his muscles tensed as he slowly crept forward.
I saw it all, saw how he couldn’t stop after the first one; how ready he was to finish the job.
How ready he was to complete what he had come here for, once and for all.
He didn’t leave until he wrapped each and every one of them tightly, his breath quickening as he realizes what he has done.
His fingers work slowly, as if frozen and stiff, not in sync with what his brain wants them to do.
He looks around his surroundings, searching to see if anyone has seen what he has done.
And then he spots me.
His eyes burn into my flesh and I know that my end has come.
He picks up his weapon and makes his way towards me, me who is as firmly planted as a tree, me who cannot move despite all my hardest efforts.
And just as I shut my eyes and prepare myself for the blow, my knees give way and my legs start moving. But I know that I have no where to go, no where to run.
He will find me, he will search me out among all the living and dead. He will make sure that not one living being has seen what he has done.
His weapon makes contact with my flesh; I hold back a scream.
The pool noodle hit me straight in the face, slapping my cheek like an infant, and I know the fight is on.
The candy jar stands empty on the counter.
My brother just ate all the candy from the candy jar.