Don't Get Scared

I Never Told A Soul

     I will never understand why I stopped and looked down that dingy little alley, but I did. The icy rain that drenched everything should have sent me running home, since my umbrella had been sacrificed to the North Wind and was now inside out in a dumpster not four blocks back; but it didn't. Instead, I walked contently down the sidewalk, catching raindrops on my tongue, thinking of corny musicals. I stopped in front of the alley as I pirouetted.

That's when it engulfed my senses.

I saw it:

The blood that splattered the wall like bright red paint as he drew his knife across her throat in a neat line. His face, burned into my memory.

I heard it:

The gurgled scream the young woman let out as she choked on that which gave her life. The muffled thump as he dropped her lifeless body to the ground.

I smelled it: 

The coppery smell that filled the air like the fountain of red that spurted from her neck. His cologne that drifted on the wind, somehow surviving the rain.

I felt it:

The rush as he ran past me into the crowd. The sickness that filled me as I thought of what happened.

I tasted it:

The fear that lingered in my mouth like bile. The raindrops suddenly bitter and acidic on my tongue.

     I will never understand why I stopped and looked down that dingy little alley, but I did. And now, a week later, I understand why that familliar man stands in my bedroom, ready to paint my walls red with his knife.

     "I never told a soul," I breathe as his knife slips across my neck.

~Don't look down random alleys. It may lead to the end of your life. Have fun.~