The first time I saw your face was in a dream. I was surrounded by people, squished like sardines in a can - some might say. Voices echoed in my ears but none of them made sense, I couldn't make out any of the faces, they were all blurs moving too fast for me as if everyone else's life was moving on but my was standing still stuck in that memory.
It was so cliché the way the crowd split and I saw your face, I swear I had seen that exact scene in a romance movie somewhere, but this was no romance it was pure horror. I could never remember how you looked before, I had tried with police several times but every time the sketches that they drew looked different. This time I saw everything that you were. I could see all the endless darkness in your eyes and the true evil of your soul showed in your grin. You were like the devil in my own personal hell.
As soon as I woke up I forgot your face again but I knew I had dreamt of you and it ate me up inside. Every morning I thought about how you could be lurking outside my window, around the corner from my house, or even behind me in line to get coffee. How does anyone function living with that much fear? Well they don't, I didn't. My life stopped because of you, because of your fantasies and your freedom.
But I eventually woke up and laid there in my white cotton underwear, my body dripped in sweat as if I had been sleeping in an oven; it was the middle of the winter. It was snowing outside.
You stole my life from me; do you even know how old I was? I was 22, my life was just beginning but you made it end.
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The Monster You Made
Misteri / ThrillerSpencer Tomas is the only survivor from a serial killers spree - and he's still killing. 18 months post attack, Spencer is finally recovering when her life takes another turn; she finds out he is closer than she thinks. Can she figure out who it is...
