The Goddess Within

Prologue

Darkness was enveloping me as I ran. I stopped in front of a series of doors, pausing momentarily until I heard the footsteps getting closer. Panicking, I jiggled the first doorknob. Locked. Then the second, the third and then the fourth. All locked.

            I spotted a sliver of light coming out of a door to my left. How could I have missed that? I ducked into a dimly lit room and shut the door softly. It was a small office. Desk, couch, and two chairs a coffee table and a single lamp was all I could see in the faint glow. I swiftly crouched behind the desk, trying not to make any noise. That way he didn't knew where I was.

            Heavy footsteps clicked down the corridor. My breathing ceased. Goosebumps covered my arms. Hairs stood up on the back of my neck. Oh God this couldn't be happening. This couldn't be it.

            I heard him jiggling the knobs as I had done. The first one rattled under his heavy hand. Then the next three followed. I gulped. Glancing at the door, I realized not only had I forgot about locking it, it had no lock.

            I could see his shadow start to go past the room. His shoes clicking on the linoleum echoed through the hall once again. I let out a sigh of relief, happy that this ordeal was almost over. As I peaked around the desk, double-checking to see if I'm alone, I stop breathing.

            He was standing in the doorway. The soft light in the hallway silhouetted his muscular frame. The knife in his hand shined, and I saw my reflection in the blade. This couldn't be happening. Not now.

            "Looks like we meet again, my sweet," he rasped, crossing his arms over his broad chest. My eyes never left the knife. "Don't look so surprised to see me. You knew that this would come to an end eventually. Oh, don't cry! I hate when they cry."

            Tears burned my eyes as they rolled down my flushed cheeks. I had started shaking uncontrollably, but I refused to let it end like this. Frantically, I looked for something to defend myself with. Spotting a stapler, I unclasped it and shot a few staples at his glowing eyes. Once I was out, I through the stapler at his face. Which he dodged...

            "You don't think that a few staples will save you, you naive child! I should have expected better from you. After all, you did put up a bit of a chase," I gulped as he advanced, slowly, as if to tantalize the fear growing within me.

            "Don't hurt me. Please, I'm sorry, don't hurt me! I’m... sorry. I didn't mean to... Daddy..." He grasped my shoulders and plunged the knife into my chest. I felt the blood pouring from the wound and I screamed.