I feel it.
It's tiptoeing,
One toe at a time.
Closer to me, still.
It doesn't want to hurt me,
But it feels like it does.
He says I'll be ok,
I don't believe it.
And I won't till he
Puts his gun away.
He says it's for protection.
"I'll be ok," I say.
But in his hand it remains.
He grows nearer...
Gun still in hand.
I ask him to stop.
"Don't come closer," I plead.
He doesn't understand.
He doesn't realize I am afraid.
I shutter,
He freezes,
For only a moment.
He gets it.
He takes advantage.
He walks flat foot now.
His tempo improves from 60 to 120...
I scurry to the corner.
He is aroused,
Tempo rising.
He is a step from reaching my corner,
He pauses.
He whispers.
But I can't hear him.
I can't hear anything but my heartbeat.
It quickens, and grows louder,
Heart, now my head.
Half step back, full step foreword.
Six inches away.
He is testing me,
So I close my eyes.
He fills my corner,
He stops.
He is done...
Or is he.
It's still.
It's quiet.
He moves an inch out of place,
My eyes still shut.
I know he holds it up now.
Now to my head.
Shhh...
"You won't feel a thing."
He places his finger on the trigger...
and waits.
He won't pull it.
I have to do that myself.
I dare not move,
For a whole 30 seconds.
I grab the gun, in the same position,
And pull the trigger.
I open my eyes.
He is gone.
I still feel him.
He wants me.
He is watching me.
His brother lives me and won't let him near me... not now.
He was in my corner before his brother took it over.
He was my protection.
But he failed as well.
It's not like he didn't try.
He really did.
His brother is stronger though.
He had come back to shoot me again...
He is allowed tonight...
I ask him too.
I'm still afraid, yes.
But his brother will be back in the morning, when I wake...
Or so he says...
Or...
Maybe darkness and I are just meant to be.