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My brother is such a down to earth person, so literal and realistic. He reminds me that this is real life, not my own little fantasy... or nightmare. But then I get sucked back down. Back into this waking dream, and I don't think I'll ever really get it. I don't think, even if I tell myself over and over again that this isn't a story, I'll ever come to face reality. Someday my life will depend on facing it, and I'll just laugh, thinking I'll get out of the situation without a scratch. And I'll have a one-person funeral procession in the forest.
And the Operator will be there, that one 'person'.. I can almost feel him, getting closer day after day. Hiding in the shadows, just waiting to pounce. And pounce he will, I can feel it. I'm read for that day, mentally. But, I'm not actually ready, I know myself too well. I know that as soon as he appears from the deep shadows he is hiding in, I'll be immobilized by fear and adrenaline coursing through my icy cold veins. Maybe I'll run, but I know he'll catch up. Running has never been a strong point of mine. I've never handled a knife before, or a gun, so I won't be able to defend myself that way. Nor can I fight him off. Due to recent depression and paranoia, I have found it hard to eat properly and exercise at all. So now I'm waiting for that day, dreading that moment, for I'm sure it will be my last.
And come for me he did. Well, not as himself, of course. He sent the masked man. In the middle of the night, no less. What else would I have expected? I'm sure he wouldn't take the risk of being seen in broad daylight. And of course, I was in the middle of sleeping, my night vision camera propped dutifully at the side of my small bed. When I felt a light brush across my shoulder, and I started awake, I was very groggy and disillusioned. I had taken many sleep aiding pills, and I had no idea what was happening. I batted at the strange man with weak, feeble arms. He quickly snatched them and tied them up tight behind my back, making my wrists ache. He did the same with my ankles, making me immobile. I still couldn't grab a glance at his face, it was just a white and black blur. I frowned a bit, unconsciously. I wanted to see if he was like the man in my dreams. Before I even had the chance to, however, a black blindfold was placed over my eyes. Did he not want me to know where he was taking me? I guess that way, I couldn't find my way back. If I was still alive, that is.
Though I was still in shock, and the only sound I had been able to make was a muffled gasp, he stuffed an uncomfortable gag in my mouth. I squirmed around in a last attempt to get away, but I realized it was futile as strong arms draped me over a jacketed shoulder. The last thing in my ears was my heart beat, hard and fast, as the world faded away.