Savior [Completed]

Savior: [One]

One: Max

The explosion was instantaneous.

Finish what he started? Does he- okay, yes, that’s what he means, but…he’s just messing with me, right? There’s no way he can get to me, he’s in prison, and this is just another one of his mind-games. He just wants me to freak out, and even though that’s already happening - I was aware of was the sound of my own breathing- I shouldn’t take this seriously. He-does he mean that he’ll set fire to the place? But he can’t, really, can he? No, that’s silly. He just wants me to set off like this and lose my mind.

It was growing labored steadily, and what snapped me out of it was the sudden realization of just how dry my throat had become because of breathing through my mouth.

The time has come. You’re home alone, and now I can finally finish what I started.

xx

J

I felt cold. It was internal, I knew, but from the way I was shivering, someone could have put the air-conditioner on at full blast. There were goosebumps on my arm and even my hand was trembling a little.

It then occurred to me to put the damn thing away.

Rubbish. That’s what this is.

He wanted to screw with my head, set me off just as I had gone, and I just had to remember that there was no way he could do anything…could he?

No, don’t be silly. He’s in jail and you know that. He’s just messing with you.

My heart had started beating just a little harder against my chest, and I inhaled a few times in an attempt to clear my head. I so badly wanted to just accept what I was telling myself, but this one nugget of doubt kept surfacing, making me wonder whether I was actually being sensible, or simply lying to myself.  I suppose when someone all but says they intend to kill you, after they almost nearly did, it’s hard to discredit their claim, and it’s rational to react with conflicted thoughts, but it wasn’t helping to think that what I was experiencing was ‘normal.’

As far as the situation is concerned, at least.

One doesn’t usually get an unveiled threat from their ex telling them that they’d kill you, but once he did, it was fine to-I shook my head. What tangent was I going off on?

He’s just messing with me.

And yet, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about how we had smoke detectors and how I wasn’t really trapped in the house, so even if he did do anything, I could always get out.

That’s assuming he’ll set fire to the place. What if he just enters and slits your throat when you’re asleep?

No, he’ll want you to be awake…shut up. Not helpful.

I was my own worst enemy at that point, and I would bet that that’s what he wanted- to get me to work myself into a mess and, well, I don’t know.

I didn’t know anything; what was going on, what I’d do, what he wanted…and making it worse was that he’d never said anything of the sort before. I mean, I’d thought that his ‘tip’ on hanging out with friends had seemed like a masked warning not to be alone, but after that, he’d sounded a little less menacing, as I’d now come to realize was actually possible, and I’d decided I’d been wrong. Stuff like ‘When’s the last time you washed that jacket?’ and ‘Black is slimming, after all. Stop. You look like the wind will blow you away any minute now’ were disturbing, but they weren’t…threatening.