Endless Imaginations

FEAR

‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍I stared at the television, body shaking with fear as i watch the news. My grip on my knife tightened.

I was just in my kitchen, preparing for my dinner when suddenly a news on the television flashed.

It said there is a murderer on the loose and that the unknown person kills more than 16 people this week.

I then resumed cutting the vegetables slowly as the news went on.

I'm scared for my life. I live alone. I'm helpless. And then there's a murderer out there. What should i do?

After i made dinner, i quickly ran towards the front door and made sure it was locked. All the windows and the backdoor.

I need to make sure everything is locked so i would be safe.

The next day, i stayed home the whole day fearing for my life.

I am alone in this apartment. If someone breaks in, i would be helpless. I am just an eighteen year old teenager that has no one. And if that murderer ever targets me, no one would be able to help me.

Who knows if the murderer might just be near me? That thought is enough for me to panic and hide inside my apartment.

But then, when the evening came, when i was about to make a dinner, i found out there is nothing to make anymore.

That means i have to go out and buy ingredients.

I glanced outside through the window and saw it was already dark.

I don't feel safe just by looking outside. It's dark already. What if the murderer is out there?

Though i have no choice. I can't starve myself. I feel.. hungry.

I then decided to go out my apartment and went to the nearest convenience store to buy myself enough food.

I felt paranoid. And felt like someone's following me. Was it just my mind playing tricks or there's really someone following?
Or was it just my..fear?

I paid in the counter for all my food and walked out of the store.

I glanced around and took a deep breath. I then walk back and always look behind me.

When i turned left to the way to my apartment, i felt like someone's following me again. I begin to walk faster and look behind me.

And i was right. There's someone following me. It's a guy and he looked creepy and seemed like he was holding something.

I don't know what got into me. The news about the murderer on the loose suddenly went to my mind.

Without even thinking and just letting my fear control me, i ran as fast as i can.

I tried to look behind me and saw that the guy was also running after me.

I felt my legs shaking and my heart beating fast like a drum. I looked back again and was actually relieved that he was gone.

Or was he? I stopped to take a breath and dropped to my knees.

I am a person who is very paranoid and easily frightened. And a weakling who can't even protect myself. What if that guy is the murderer?

I took a deep breath and looked around for the guy and when i saw that he was truly gone, i walk faster to enter my apartment.

But as i was about to enter, a hand stopped me. I screamed as heard as i could when a hand also clamped over my mouth, to shut me up.

I was slammed against my apartment door and the stuff i brought from the convenience store, accidentally fall out of my hands.

I watch it on the ground and averted my eyes up to look at the person. My eyes widen in shock and fear.

It was the guy who has been following me.

"P-please don't kill me. I'm still young." I felt tears stream down my eyes.

I have never felt scared my life. Am i going to get killed?

The man chuckled as he took a step closer to me. "Kill you? Don't worry, we're just going to have fun."

Have fun? I observed his actions and when i saw that he is unzipping his pants, i then realized what he meant.

Oh he's not going to have that. I took something from behind my pocket and without thinking i attacked him in the neck area. He stumbled back in shock and looked at me with anger in his eyes.

I took out the knife from his neck and stabbed him multiple times in his chest area as he coughed in blood and fell down.

I wasn't satisfied and went towards him. I stepped on his stomach as he groaned in pain. I took out the knife on his chest area and grabbed a wistful of his hair.

I yanked it and raises the knife near his neck. "You wanted to have fun. Isn't this fun? For me it is."

I slowly moved the knife and pressing it hard on his neck, and slicing it.

He screamed in pain and tried to move and get out but i pushed all my weight down as i sat on him.

Soon enough, he fell silent. And i sighed.
I finally did it. I let go of the knife as i lifted up the thing on my right hand that i am holding.

"Now we had our fun. Don't you think, sir?"
I smiled as i stared at his head that i am now holding.

I thought about my dinner and immediately stood up.

I'm glad i did not ever get harassed. That guy is a creep.

I then remembered the news on the television. Yeah, about the murderer. I was scared a while ago.

I thought this guy was the murderer. But I don't think he is.

He's a pervert. It was wrong for me to do this to him when he did not even did it to me yet. But I'm not going to just stand and watch him take of his pants and harass me.

I did what i think was right.

I just protected myself.

"More than 16 people have been killed this week. The police have found out it was all done by one person. We have yet to find out about this person but there is one thing in common. Those people that were killed were all beheaded and flowers were put on their neck. Stay safe, we have a murderer on the loose." The news that I watched last night, rang through my mind.

I smiled as i slowly walked towards the side where it grew beautiful flowers.

I have always loved flowers. They make environment beautiful, and make ugly and creepy people look a bit..pretty.

They're beautiful, but it will look beautiful someplace.

I plucked some of them and walked back to where the creepy guy is. I kneeled by his side and placed flowers on his neck.

It looks beautiful.

I stood up and stared at the dead body of the creepy guy. He was to attack me a while ago and harass me, but i am glad he did not have the chance to.

I did what i had to protect myself.

Remembering i had to cook for dinner, i suddenly lost my appetite. Or should i say, full.

I was hungry and scared, but now i feel ecstatic and full.

The murderer is on the loose, but i am not scared anymore. Because all this time, i knew who it was.