The bird stops singing at once and then I'm aware of all that could happen to me... just me, I'm totally by my own now. I find myself, waiting for something really bad to happen; that feeling inside found its way out, yelling at me, saying that this is not my imagination, that something is actually wrong, I wonder what could it be. Seconds freeze, floating on the air, a moment seems to be a life time, how many lifetimes have I been here waiting? And what am I waiting for?
Suddenly something hits me strong at my ribs, some of them might be broken by the impact; I fell down, and think for an instant that it's just a wild animal hunting. Good. I'd rather be killed by a bear than by an actual person. Something amazingly sharp scratches the back of my head and I can see a lot of blood around me, I start to get dizzy, and the whole world is spinning, whatever the attacker is, it might have huge claws. I can't understand what is going on. I have to calm down or I will convert myself into the perfect pray. I try to breathe slowly and steady, it is difficult, and I doubt I can actually start calming down. Fear. Fear is what surrounds me more that blood or pain or shadows, it's the most dangerous thing right now, I need to breathe, and that's all inside my mind: "inhale, exhale. In, out, in", things start to get clear; I realize my eyes are shut so tight that I can see tiny colored stars floating over the complete darkness. I allow myself to have three more seconds of cowardice, after that I have to be brave, not just for survival, but for everything else. One, I think of how few possibilities I have to get out of here alive. Two, I can feel every single cell in my body, I can't die, I can't die, I can't die. Three, one last breath and my heart stops for what seems to be a long moment, but still, the pause does not even get to a second, I am fine, I can go through this, I am brave.
Now I'm not scared, fear is now replaced by determination, I'm determined to open my eyes and get to see who the shadow's owner is, but the moment I do so, I regret more than ever. Undoubtedly, I couldn't have done something worst. There is no wild animal, no stranger, for that moment, the only thing that I can see is Jason, there is no anger in his eyes, but he is holding a knife tight in his left fist so tight his knuckles turn white, I want to scream, but there is something that doesn't let me. I'm paralyzed, I can't breathe anymore, the pain is back worst that before and it tortures my whole body. I'm still lying on the floor trying to move, trying to get out of this place, but not even my fingers can move, I'm half dead, stiff. There is blood everywhere and I feel my face pale as blank paper.
Jason walks calmly toward me, his lips are curved in what seems to a smile, but what he says after a second doesn't fit, "I told you it was dangerous". He whispers the phrase so low that I'm not sure I really heard it right; he's imitating me, laughing at my intimate feelings, which are no more a secret to him. Then he hangs his knife over me for a few seconds and lets it fall. I can't see anything, my mind is far away from clear, I can't think of anything, nor anyone, if this is death, it is very different from what Erin thought it was, I'm not watching my whole life pass in front of my eyes, there are no infinite feelings, nor new worlds to discover. I should be agonizing, but I'm not, it doesn't even hurt, where am I? Who am I? There is nothing. It should be impossible, but there is actually nothing, no time, and no space, and over everything, no me.
