|the family that has been there for me till the end|
I exhale slowly when the room starts to spin.
Hands pressed up tight against the walls, so hard my palms hurt, all my body soaked with sweat, everywhere numb with fear but also with the knowledge that once he finds me I will no longer be numb, I will be able to feel every horrifying, disgusting thing he does to me.
I hope he kills me quickly.
I can't see. It's so dark. The lights are gone. He must have done it. I would flip a light switch, but the sound will let him know I'm here. Not that he doesn't know anyway. He always knows. Always sees me. Eveywhere. Besides, it wouldn't work. If he can make my camera go batshit insane he can certainly kill the lights.
click. clack. click. Sounds like tap shoes. I wonder if he dances?
The mental image almost makes me giggle.