I Am Watching You

I Am Watching You

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jul 29, 2020
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She feels like she is being watched, followed, stared, she could litterally feel its stare boring holes in the back of her neck, but when she turns to look back its not there any more. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Hello Jade" the voice said. Looking around frantically I see no one "What do you want?!, leave me alone" I wailed, suddenly i felt a tap on my shoulder when i looked back to see who or what touched me. It yank me from behind pinning me on the floor with my cheek scraping the concrete alley side walk. What the fudging hell does it want. I will confess the bad thing I have done through out this month is drink straight from the milk carton I know goody-goody "You see I never wanted to hurt a lady or any one till you it all from me" it whispers cooly that when I realized it was a he not an it. He loosens his hold on me I managed to wriggle out to look at his face. He had yellow eyes in slit form telling me he was damn angry, he had a scar on his forehead, defined jaw line that could kill, plump pink lips, AND HEY, I wasnt thinking any thing, off.........you know. Then WOAH! skip other descriptions I realised that he had a tatoo on his neck that says "VALAK SHCIGAN", I tried remembering where I saw it those strange words last I thought I was delusional but due to the current sitiation I thought "DAMN. I am sooo screwd."
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I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.

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