As the day progressed on, I slowly found myself to be more insane than before, I found myself looking constantly behind my back, constantly worrying. Nothing could calm me down, I tried for hours. Nothing was working, I was only finding more evidence, I was spiraling into the insanity I had once so tried to avoid. All my work, all my physical therapy, all for nothing, all for me to come back to where I started with the decaying body in the bath tub, the poor malnourished boy in the bathroom, the safety of my home, ruined.
All that I can remember are the words he spoke.
"You brought this on yourself."
NO.
"All you had to do was leave me alone."
I COULDN'T HELP BEING A YOUNG CURIOUS KID.
"This is your goddamn fault!"
NO IT WASN'T. NO.
"You forced me out of my home."
AND YOU DESERVED TO BE.
"YOU STOLE MY LIFE!"
YOU FUCKING DESERVED IT.
"You do not get to be sorry."
I WAS A KID WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO???
"All I wanna do is kill you."
WHY DIDN'T YOU. WHY DID YOU PUT ME THROUGH ALL OF THIS.
"That's not enough for you."
BUT IT WAS. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME.
"You have spent so much time thinking about me..."
I WAS NAIVE. I WAS YOUNG. THIS WAS A SMALL TOWN NOTHING HAPPENS HERE? WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO.
"I want you to keep thinking about me."
NO? WHY? WHY????
"I want you to imagine what I'm going to do when I come back for you."
I DID. EVERY FUCKING DAY. EVERY GODDAMN DAY THAT YOU EVER EXISTED.
"And I am going to come back for you."
IS THE ANNIVERSARY THE DAY? IS THAT THE DAY YOU'LL TAKE ME FROM THIS DARK WORLD YOU HAVE CREATED.
"After you have spent your life looking over your shoulder..."
I DID. I FUCKING DID FOR THE LAST 20 YEARS I WONDERED, IS HE COMING BACK FOR ME? IS TODAY THE FATEFUL HOPED DAY.
"After you have wondered every single day if that is the day that I'm gonna come for you..."
I ALWAYS DID I WAS ALWAYS PREPARED. YOU ARE THE ONE I DESPISE MOST. YOU.
"One day, you will be right."
No.
I kept watching, I kept checking, I was staring at the last 20 years of work being crushed beneath my feet, being destroyed. Nothing was working in my brain anymore as I stared at my achilles, that scar, that beautiful mark of his horrifying existence.
3 days until that horrid anniversary, 3 days until he's most likely to kill me, 3 days until my mind is cut open to view by his beady eyes, 3 fucking days.
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Summer of '04(Under Construction)
FanfictionThe fictional sequel to summer of '84, twenty years later, following the cruel events of years past. I always knew he'd never come back, and eventually I had forgotten about his threats, finding them dead and empty. Even if he came back, this man w...
