A girl calls and asks, "Does it hurt very much to die?"
"Well, sweetheart," I tell her, "yes, but it hurts a lot more to keep living."
― Chuck Palahniuk, Survivor
I picked up my pace trying to walk away from what was following me. It was no use the stalker kept up with me. I went into a store to see if he'd leave or follow me inside. To my surprise though when I walked in he stood for a bit then left.
Relieved I bought some snacks and went back outside to continue my walk.
"Enjoying your last meal." A tall thin man appeared yet his face was still hidden by the darkness of the alley way I was walking from.
"Wha-" I was interrupted by the man's sudden attempt to grab me. I jumped back and caught a glimpse of my attacker it was the same man who was stalking me he seemed so familiar.
I turned and attempted to run off but he tugged my arm so hard that I lost balance and slipped. I laid on my back as the man dragged me into the alley.
"HELP! SOMEONE HELP! I'M BEING ATTACKED! HELP ME PLEASE!!" I pleaded to whoever might have been listening.
"Heh child how old are you 15, 16? I think by your age you should know that no one is going to come not while I have this in hand." He pulled out his gun and aimed it at my jaw pinning me to the wall.
"Please just take whatever you want. I have money if that's what you want just please don't kill me please I'm begging you." I started crying I don't want to die I'm only 15 I haven't done any of things I've wanted to yet.
"Pleading gets you no where your life ends here and thats that."
"Why?! Why me?!"
"Because I want your mother to suffer!" He hit me with the back of the gun and knocked me out.
When I regained conscience I saw myself in fifth grade crying in the corner because I was called an outcast. The scene changed and I was in second grade crying over the dead animal's body. Everyone pointed their fingers at me and laughed at me for caring about a dead cat. "No one talk to the poor dead animal whisperer." All of the 'friends' I had turned against me and no one spoke to me. I was a ghost child in that class the girl that never existed, the outcast, the freak of nature, the dead animal whisperer, the girl who just wanted a friend.
I opened my eyes and saw myself. Am I floating above myself? Why do I look so pale? Why is there blood all over me!?
I knew the answer to all these questions even before the memory flew back in my mind.
I was in a house not a familiar house. My body was laid on a bed and the man was on top of it. I noticed I wasn't wearing clothes and neither was he.
"NO! NO! NO!! THIS DIDN'T HAPPEN! THIS NEVER HAPPENED! I DIDN'T DIE LIKE THIS! NO!" I yelled till my throat gave out. I was curled in a ball in the corner of the room invisible to the man and the past me. My hands covering my ears not wanting to hear the man's noises my eyes felt sore and itchy from all the tears that fell from them. "Please just make it stop."
I was taken back to what seemed like the present. I was laying in what seems like the living room or should I say my corspe was. I had one long cut that ran from my absent left eye to the end of my stomach. Both of my eyes were missing along with my hair and right ear. I remembered now who this man was. Robert Fitzherbert, 33 year old fugitive wanted for rape and murder, would rape his victims and then strip them of their facial parts. He has killed 13 and now 14 children from the ages 6-17 when the police found the victims body it was almost impossible to identify them only 7 bodies have been found. He has yet to be caught.
This monster grabbed my corpse and stuffed it into a duffle bag. He threw the bag in the trunk of his car and drove about 20 minutes to the 'Haunted' Woods. He threw my corpse in a hollow tree and set it on fire.
I was history. Any trace that I had even gone out that night was covered. I have died, I have witnessed my killer murder me. The worst part is that I had trusted this man to take care of my mom before I left.
