I don't know why he does it, so don't ask.
It seems like I don't know anything about him anymore.
I'm running, through the woods, passing trees in the dark of the night, breathing heavily. He's somewhere behind me, trying to hunt me down. I can feel his blue eyes tracking me, holding me close, and I know he enjoys this, this illusion of trying to get to safety. I know I'm never going to make it.
It had all started a few months ago, when a new student arrived in our class. Dark hair, pale skin and ocean eyes, a little smile he sent my way that first day. Phil. I didn't realise back then that everything about him was just an icecold mask. I didn't realise many things. I fell in love with him that first day, and soon enough we were a couple. I introduced Phil to my friends, who all seemed happy to meet him. A week later, the first one dissapeared. It was Ian, one of my best friends for years. One day he was laughing with us, the next day he was gone. Ian was found back under a tree in this very forrest, covered in blood, dead. I was broken. I cried together with my friends, my head burried in Phils shoulder, his hands stroking my hair, gently whispering that everything would be alright. But it wasn't. The day after Ians funeral, Katie got missing. A week later, Peter. After a month, all I had left was Phil and my tears. All my friends were gone, dead and burried. Everyone had to stay inside as they were still looking for the killer, but I knew this had something to do with me. It were all my friends that were murdered, and I feared for Phils life. He was the only one I had left.
I hear laughter behind me, and I know he's getting closer. The fear is making me reckless as I jump over tree branches and keep on running for my life.
Today, I was at Phils place. The last funeral was two weeks ago, and I was still sad about everyone. Phil had made me come over. We were in his room when he had to go to the toilet, and I was left alone. All of a sudden, I saw something in the corner of my eye, something metallic shining from underneath his bed. When I bent down to see what it was, I discovered a knife, covered in blood, and several guns. That's when I found out who had killed my friends. I ran away as quickly as possible, through the woods behind his house, but I wasn't fast enough.
I'm running now. Running away from Phil. I hear his voice, shouting my name in such a fake, sweet tone, as if he's calling a cat. I don't respond. I know I can't keep this up much longer, my lungs are running out of air, and everything hurts. He'll get me either way. Maybe I should just give up... "There you are." Shit! I practically ran towards him, no way to escape anymore. He stands right in front of me, the flashlight in his hand pointing towards me. The bright light stings my eyes, but I can't do anything but wait. "You should've run faster, Dan." His voice sounds so different now he speaks with that tone, that creepy, victorious tone. And I can't help it, I still think of the softness of his lips, how he smelled, like fire and Sunshine Now all I see is his true form. A monster. A knife balances between his fingers. "I only did it for you, Dan, you have to understand that. All I ever did was for you." He stands so close now that I can see his widened pupils, the madness in his eyes, his faint smile in the dark, the sharp knife pointed at me. His voice is so soft... "They were in my way. You were mine, since the day we first met, but they all wanted to take you away from me. I had to get rid of them, you see?" A sudden anger washes away my fear when I reply cold-hearted. "They were my friends, Phil. You are nothing but a monster." He is so fast. One blink and the knife presses against my neck, his strong hand is gripping my shoulder thightly as he whispers in my ear. "That's not very nice to say, dear." He kisses me, softly, but all I can think o fis the dead bodies of my friends. I feel his irritation because of my lack of answering his kiss. "Well," he whispers, "if I can't have you, than neither does anyone else!" The anger flashes in his once so sweet eyes while he pulls the knife back and swings it to me. The last thing I hear is the abrupt ending of my own screaming voice. Then, everything turns black.
