Scars

Chapter 2

I'm awake.

But I don't open my eyes. I can't. Someone's here. In the trailer, sitting at the end. I can hear every breath. Every disgusting inhale and exhale. I am terrified.

It feels like they've been here for hours. And I have this feeling they're not going to leave anytime soon.

Suddenly, I hear them stand up. Every step towards me is agonizing and makes my heart want to beat out of my chest. Every slow step is almost enhanced. I can hear the tiny pebbles on the ground crunching beneath their feet.

They're coming towards me. Closer and closer. I can feel their undeniable presence fill the trailer with fear. My fear. Their eyes are burning through me. Searching my body, making me want to wriggle and squirm. But I have no choice but to stay completely still. Their breathing grows heavier and heavier as they got closer and closer, then...

There was nothing. The world fell silent. The presence was gone, along with my fear.

Finally, I opened my eyes. It was all in my head. No one was over me. A yellow light flickered overhead, barely lighting the room. I slowly sat up. Looking around, I saw someone sitting at the end of the trailer. It was the sad masked man. He didn't move for what felt like forever. Making me question whether he was real or not.

The man stood up. His boots hitting the cold floor, echoing through the entire room. He stopped only ten feet away from me and emptied his pockets. Every type of knife fell to the floor. Except for a rather small one, which he held onto. He took off his grey blazer and the vest that was under that. He also unbuttoned the first few buttons of his light blue shirt.

He took only four more steps towards me. Four. Agonizing. Painful. Steps. And when he got to me, he simply sat down.

He leaned up against the wall, just like I was. He looked at me, with dark brown eyes that swallowed you whole. Our eyes connecting. Then, he spoke.

"Take it," he said, voice muffled by his mask, "it's your choice. You can take a chance and try to kill me, or you can join me."

He handed me the bloodstained knife. I looked down at it. Then I looked back up to see that he had taken off his mask. Revealing his white face paint, surrounded by tangled green hair. Around his eyes were black. But, somehow, the feature I was most attracted to was the scars around his mouth. They were turned up into a gruesome, red smile.

I shivered, obviously not knowing the answer. He grabbed my empty hand softly and pulled me to him. His warm hands fell on my waist. My arms automatically, wrapped around his neck and shoulders. I rested my head on his shoulder.

I knew my choice. I threw the knife to the other side of the trailer. It hit the wall and clattered to the ground.

For some reason, I already trusted this man, whom I knew almost nothing of. I wanted things from this man. I wanted to learn.

The only thing I did know about him was that he was a psychopathic murderer. How was I already so comfortable with this so called "monster"?

Our body heat radiated together. And suddenly, his scars weren't so scary anymore.

He wasn't a monster in my eyes, he was my savior.