Tell me why I thought it was a good idea to steal a mini bottle from the plane.
Each time I pass by my mirror, I give myself a jumpscare. I keep seeing my attacker’s figure there, haunting my every move. Memories of that Halloween night are becoming more and more clear with each passing second. I wish I wasn’t thinking about it. I wish the lights on my ceiling didn’t remind me of those on the ceiling of that shitty bathroom. I wish the noise on the television didn’t sound like the dull thump of the club’s music as I was paralyzed on that floor. I keep seeing things in the corner of my eyes that aren’t there.
What’s more is that Istill haven’t heard from my stalker.
And that pisses me off to no end.
Liar.
I’ll always have you.
Liar.
I’m the only one who can protect you.
Liar.
The more I think about it, the worse it gets. I’ve been pacing for an hour, staring at my phone on the counter and wondering where the hell she is. How could she abandon me like this? How could she not check in with me over the weekend? How could she not text menow?
I hate her.
I hate every second that I’ve ever let her touch me. I hate that I thought I could trust her, that I even allowed myself to believe she had me when she’s never even shown me her face.
Liar.
Liar.
Liar.
I pick my phone up and open it to text her; however the moment it hits my fingers, it begins to vibrate.
And I throw it on the ground without thinking.
UNKNOWN.
Shit.
Shit!
My hand presses to my forehead, pacing quickening. Oh god, what if it’s him? What if it’s him and not her? What does he want?
My wide eyes go to the door.
What if he’s here?!
Shit.
Shit. Shit.Shit.
My heart is racing, pounding against my eardrums. I can’t breathe. I just need… I need to think. I need my head to quiet down. I need quiet.
I need the edge.
Just the edge.
Just the edge.
I sit my ass on the ground and begin rocking before my feet can carry me to that bottle on top of the fridge.
