Veni, Vidi...Vici?

Chapter One / Book Introduction

I walk along the sidewalk kicking the minuscule pebbles beneath me. I look up at the black tarp of a sky that appears to have been punctured by a needle. I can't help but smile amused at how hopeless I've become. I'm less than the worth I was before, yet I feel stuck. Maybe, I would be stuck in my head before any of the unpleasant events that have happened; before I willingly walk into the dark not caring for my well-being. It all seems so contradictive, I'm not weak in any sense other than my ego. I feel physically powerful, yet mentally weak. Ever since I was left alone I've been lost. What is my purpose? They are gone now, I can do whatever I please and don't have to live a life of fear. But, I have no idea what to do with myself.

        I have found that small ounce of feeling wanted once more though. That's why I'm out here walking out in the dark at my most vulnerable. Someone has been following me since I left the convenience store. A dark figure that shys away into the night blending in with the sky, but noticeable enough to be seen in their surroundings—at least in my eyes. Maybe I have been looking for someone to come about to see me; that's why I noticed so quickly. Maybe that's also why I decided to walk out on my own for another hour after leaving the grocery store. I honestly am not sure, everything I do as of late seems without rhyme or reason, I'm just existing now. Possibly the potential stalker feels the same. They're giving themselves a sense of purpose in a weird twisted way. At least people see them even if it is in their last moments.

       My steps don't feel like my own, wobbly and out of place with each step, like a person learning to walk again. Except I never died, never loss consciousness. Well perhaps I did in another sense. Can they see it? My out of place uneasy steps, is it obvious? The longer I stumble about I can sense the closer they get. The closer they get the more my stomach gets that uneasy feeling of anticipation. I switch the grocery bag to my other hand as I continue to walk. I honestly have no idea where I am at this point. There is no turning back from here. My apartment is gone, I'm gone. There was not much to miss anyway. My apartment is empty with the exception being a filled fridge, bed, coach, and an old busted-up TV. All of which came with the apartment other than the food of course.

       At this point, the figure is right behind me breathing down my neck, almost like the sensual pant of a feral beast. I don't turn around right that second, I take in the whole situation, how completely warped it is. But my body doesn't let me be completely helpless. My body's instinctual reaction is to fight back, so I let my mind go on autopilot, my subjectives fading away into the back of my mind to rest until I remember they are there. I get them pretty bad in the face, you can see the blood escaping the corner of their mouth glittering in the dark glow of the streetlight. Before I can do much of anything else they grab me by the wrists causing me to drop my groceries. They are not much taller than me, their hair is dyed a faded orange color which fits the color scheme of the streetlight. Despite getting punched in the face they are all smiles, licking their teeth in a wild way.

       "You saw me a block away." They tighten their grip around my wrists. I don't find myself screaming or fighting back in any way. I'm not frozen in any kind of fear, I just can't find a reason for me to fight back anymore now that I'm subdued. "How pathetic you are...I like it."

       I stay silent thinking about how everything they are saying is true. How pathetic can one be? To be as desperate as myself to not care whether someone takes me in the night. How selfish am I to want someone else to take my life rather than me to take my own?

       "But, perhaps you wanted me to follow you." They start realising the idea that I might have just wanted this. "I can see it in your eyes. You are lost, without purpose, weak despite your physique."

       I can see a similar look in their eyes to my own, it's just more overpowered by the evilness of their nature. They tighten their grip on me even more. I feel like any more pressure will snap my wrist in half. I wince at the pain biting my lip to distract myself from the pain around my wrists.

       "You..." It comes out suggestive and needy out of their mouth. I can tell they're aroused. Probably even before overpowering me. By just watching me and thinking about doing whatever sick thing they want to do to me. Fantasizing about me. Me. "Are different."

       They move their hand from my wrists to around my neck, they squeeze and I grab their wrists, my body desperately trying to save itself, clawing and scratching. I feel the tears well up in my eyes, the pressure building up in my head feeling like it's going to explode. A desperate whine escapes my throat. My vision gets blurry and blurrier, I continue clawing at their hands trying to loosen their grip. My whines are ones of me getting my life squeezed out of me, but their face warps it into something erotic. I let my eyes close, falling into the embrace of death.

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(a/n): Hey guys I wanted to try something different. I did say I wanted to try out a more mature theme, I hope I did okay 😭

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