Traffic Lights ✓(tronnor)

15. Stranger ♡

a beep fills the dark in front of my eyes. It's loud, it's louder than it's ever been before. I almost don't recognize it as a beep anymore, but as a part of my personality. I scare up out of my subconscious. My head is empty, and full at the same time. Full of the blurry lines that the beep is tracing. For a second, I don't know who I am. I see traffic lights, red traffic lights. Everywhere. And then, I see him. A stranger, a stranger with remarkable green eyes and a pen in his hand. But most importantly: a stranger. A stranger standing in my room! I immediately turn to my night stand and snatch the knife from it that I always kept there. 'What are you doing here?!' I yell while holding the knife in front of me. This stranger wants to kill me, I know that for sure. I can see it in the way he looks at me, the way the red traffic lights reflect in his green eyes. The colors contrast. I'm trapped with this killer in between my own four blue walls. The killer seems to jump out of whatever trance he was stuck in, he flinches. 'Troye..' he utters with widened eyes. His knees are trembling. I crawl backwards to the other side of the bed, the one that's close to the door, the knife still in my hands, ready to attack when necessary. 'NOT ONE STEP CLOSER' I yell at him. He throws his hands up in defeat while carefully watching my every move. The images of the crowd fly through my head, I'm alone. He's next to me, but I'm alone. I stand alone and there is nobody who sees that he wants to kill me. Nobody will help me, nobody is capable to help me. The traffic light impends to jump to green, and it does, but where the green light should appear, a red light does. Even the orange ones are red right now. My body starts trembling, I become short of breath. It's either me or him. He comes closer, he shouldn't have done that. The beep takes over my brain. I jump up towards him and lift the knife, he ducks just on time and I fall on the ground. The knife is sticking out of my wooden floor. I yank it out of the floor. The stranger is looking at me with a startled look in his eyes, he's breathing slowly. Why isn't he attacking me? Maybe he wants to seduce me first, that's how people like him work. How the best murders are committed. I get up, I lift the knife again. The stranger reacts faster than I thought he would. He runs to the bathroom next to this room and locks it. 'FILTHY CRIMINAL' I scream while running to the door and pounding on it. With all the power I have in me I stab the knife through the door, hoping to hit him. 'YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS' I yell. The voice in my head tells me that he killed a baby, an unborn child in a car accident. Who does that? Who kills babies? You must be mental, he must be mental. It makes me angry, I try to yank the knife out of the door, in vain. It's stuck. I run to my bedroom and look under the bed, there I find lots of empty bottles. I knew he'd been lying to me. That vicious, killing, liar. I hear the bathroom door unlocking. I grab a few bottles. 'Troye..' I hear a shaking voice. His voice. I run towards him, 'MANIPULATIVE LIAR ' I yell as I throw the bottles at his head. he dodges them all. They shatter against the wall. 'TROYE STOP IT!' He suddenly yells back with a hint of disgust in his voice. He grabs me coarsely and pushes me against the wall. He then pushes me down in sitting-position. This feels.. wrong. I close my eyes and try to control my breath. I try to escape. He pinches his nails into my skin to keep me down. I clench my teeth 'OUCH!' I scream. He lets go of me, startled by his own actions. We lock eyes, the beep slowly disappears. And I snap back into reality. 'Connor..' I utter confusedly. Feeling remorseful as my brain forms a recollection of what just went down. I go back to the images of the crowd and I see my husband instead of a stranger who wants to kill me. My hands tremble, my breath is heavy. 'oh m.. I'm.. so.. sorry' I stammer, tears rolling down my cheeks. Connor approaches me carefully, he kneels down beside me. 'ssh.. it's okay' he whispers, the way he always comforts me. He hugs me in a tight embrace. I can feel his heart beating in his chest. My head wanders back to the crowd, the eye of the storm. I see a stranger. I scare up and pull away from the hug. My eyes widen and I push the stranger away. Why am I hugging my soon to be killer? 'Stay away from me..' I stammer with a shaking voice. I get up and yank the knife out of the door. 'I'M GONNA KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T LEAVE!' I yell, my voice cracking, my hands grasping the knife so tightly that my knuckles become white. The beep appears, it blurs the lines between reality and my mind once again. The starnger's breath catches and he does what any other person would have done; He rushes down the stairs out of the house. I follow him, it's freezing outside. The hairs on my neck stand up as I try to get hold of the stranger. Killers are bad people, killers shouldn't be alive. He runs into the woods across our house. I run the same way, images are blurry and everything looks like lighting bulbs on a crowded shopping street. Black spots appear on my vision. The stranger runs towards the big willow in the middle of the forest. Twigs are creaking underneath my shoes. The strangers tries to climb the tree, but I have arrived already. I lift the knife one last time. The spots become worse. The strangers pushes me and I fall to the ground. Black surrounding my mind.

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