dreams of a dead boy

The Hands

Chills. Chills down my spine. The mad man was after me. How was I to escape? He would find me soon. I had to hide, but where? No where to hide, no where to run. He'll be coming soon to seek his revenge. Revenge for a lost love. She died by my hands. Hands only a mother could love. Hands that caused so many so much pain. I deserved to die. I deserved to rot in a hole. I deserved whatever death given apon me. But I wouldn't give up. Oh, no. I'm a killer, why would I do such a thing? Time to run time to hide, what for the prey to come inside. Time to study, time to mold. Time to make his head explode! So I crept down in a corner hidden away from searching eyes, ready to strike with my deadly bite! I first hear the slam then the pant, then the cry for help as he knows it's a trap! I walk around ever so slowly to see a man in all white, clouded with dust and blood. He glares at me with hating eyes, wishing for my demise. Sadly this man won't get his wish for he if soon going in the ditch. The man before me might as well be the walking dead, for he isn't going to be getting out of bed anytime soon. Life is a short and powerful thing people take for granted. It's stupid really, that they waste such little time they had. As I admire the man about to die, I realise I was not fully there. For the next thing I knew a sharp pain was coming from my stomach region. As I looked down to see the damage, he pulls the hidden away knife out of my stomach. Pain envelops me, and I can no longer stand. As I said before, life is a short and powerful thing people take for granted. Sadly, I was one of those people. I deserved everything I got, from the stabbings to the beatings to everything in between! I was a bad person. My hands were dirty. Thoughts only a mother could love! My stomach still aches now and then, and you may be wondering how am I alive? Well, that's simple, I'm not. I'm not even here. I'm simply in your head. Which gets me wondering, what kind of hands do you have?