Mind Games

Run

I was sitting there stunned staring at him as he approached me. He was a middle-aged man with black hair (at least what was left of it) turning gray. Every step he took sent chills down my spine. I was lost in Dream Land imagining his lifeless corpse laying in a pool of blood while I smeared the red water around the floor. He halted to take a seat in the desk in  front of me, the chair scraped against the floor screeching out doom. He dropped his heavy body into the creaking chair and then proceeded to ask my friend if I needed any help with the work. She immediately replied yes, while I was screaming internally No! Then he turned towards me and eyed me down attempting to find my weak spot. I stayed still and breathed in slow, rapid breaths each one feeling like fire against my throat. Sweat came down my face feeling like icy water. I knew he could smell fear, I just had to keep my distance... Once he was satisfied with his game of terror he continued to helping me with my work. When he was explaining, I was avoiding eye contact but tried to reassure him that I was listening to his every word. Just after he was done demonstrating, he held out his pencil towards me in a friendly gesture mentioning for me to try it. My mind froze I sat there staring blankly at him not sure of what to do, letting my imagination run wild. He sat there smiling that annoying smile with the pencil in his hand saying "Now you try it." I was silently thinking Fuck no! Get the fuck away from me! I closed my eyes and took a deep breath trying to slow my heartbeat and wishing it were all just a bad dream; but I opened my eyes and his stupid face was still there. My mind finally kicked in and remembered to reach for the pencil. As I reached for the pencil a wave of gloom went through my body. Please don't bring your hand any closer, I kept thinking. He decided to resume his lecture to me when I grabbed the pencil. My hands were shaking trying to write the crooked numbers. Meanwhile, I thought about how my friend so heartlessly turned me over to his treacherous hands. He was endlessly rambling about his numbers which I didn't give a shit for. I was squirming around in my seat waiting for him to get up and leave; and just let me be. He just sat there like a stubborn mule looking at me waiting for me to make a mistake so he could discipline me.