Chapter six! Heads up, my internet is being a little freaky right now, so if I'm late with the next update, that's probably why. Also, the next few chapters are going to be a little longer than the norm. Enjoy, and please review if you want to!

I'm a little nervous now. I knew you were going to kill me, but I admit I wasn't expecting you to watch me while I was asleep. It makes sense, but...never mind, maybe I'm just stupid.

I'm glad it's you, anyway. I'd rather you kill me than him. I can guess what he has planned for me, and I know you won't do it.

I walk to the convenience store. After what happened last night I need some chocolate. I walk out with my fudgesicles and tea, and you are standing across the street.

I lift a hand and wave to you. You may be playing with me, but I'm not going to play along. I may like you, but I'm not going to roll over and let you kill me when you show.

You tilt your head at me. You are wondering why I'm doing this, aren't you? I bet none of your other victims did this. Mommy always said I was unique.

You already know where I live, so I see no problem as I walk back to my house, even if you do follow me. You are going to kill me at some point, so why worry?

I can hear very slight footsteps as I walk, that don't belong to me. You are very good at keeping quiet. But you would be, of course. Otherwise, you would've gotten caught a long time ago.

Your footsteps are getting closer. Okay, I admit it, I am a little scared. I may not be afraid of death, but I wasn't planning on it happening now.

What should I do? You are going to catch me, and I don't think I want to die tonight. I don't want my family to be hurt, any more than they already have been.

My instincts take over. I decide quickly. Hopefully this will work.

I break into a sprint suddenly, racing past a few startled people as I run for the comforting sight of home.

I hear running steps behind me. I'm so focused on getting away from you I don't realize when I go past my house and end up on the old train tracks, close to home.

I look around in fear. There are no people here, no one to call for help. I was thinking of you when I ran, but now in my fear I am thinking of him.

A hand slaps over my mouth; terrified, I spin around and gasp. Tears come to my eyes.

It's him.

Hello, my little one.