I woke up on his couch...
In front of the fire place.
With a blanket over me.
A dream...
It was all dream.
I didn't die...
I didn't see my mom and havnt for 3 years..
HE still has me.
He didn't seem to be anywhere In sight.
The room was darkly lit. The fire place was the only light.
And the crackling of the fire was my
Only friend.
I stood slowly up...
This time was different.
I was in for the kill.
My hands Wernt hand cuffed
Nothing holding me back.
I krept up to the back door.
I was aware of everything around me...
I felt the walls of the dark room.
Nothing...I didn't feel a window..
I didn't even feel a..."looking for something?" I felt a face. I jerked my hand back. "Relax I ain't gonna hurt you." A soothing boy voice said. It made me calm. It didn't sound like him.. "Now..who are you?" The boys hand went on the shoulder.
"I...I'm...Blossom." I smiled. Still confused as to who I was talking to. "Ah...blossom.." He laughed a little. "Well missy..." He laughed. "Your not supposed to be checking out just yet!" He laughed and grabbed my shoulders he pulled be to the Back of the dark room. His hand over my mouth. And pulling on my shoulders.
Then. I realized it was him.
"Ｄｉｄ ｙｏｕ ｔｈｉｎｋ ｙｏｕ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｅｓｃａｐｅ ｍｅ?" His words burning into my throat.. Is voice running in my head like a broken record..
"You...let me go!" He only laughed at my foolish attempt to break free.
I was cornered.
I said I thing I never dared to say to him.
"I have something to say.." I whispered.
"Ａｎｄ ｗｈａｔ'ｓ ｔｈａｔ? "
He laughed and questioned..
"I know who you are.."
And all went silent. And nothing mattered. Not a thing.
Not him..
or the moon or the air. Or the stars in the sky. Only the words I was about to
say mattered.