My eyes snapped open, black dots clouding my vision. Part of me had hoped that it had all just been a dream. But of course, I just couldn't be that lucky. A bright light shone over my head, causing me to squint my eyes. An uncomfortable metal table laid beneath me, cheap thin paper covering the top. Bindings were wrapped around my wrists and ankles, preventing me from moving. I struggled, trying to break free, but I knew good and well that wasn't going to be possible. My eyes scanned the room, seeing the cabinets that lined the walls near the ceiling, various medical tools visible inside of them. Underneath the cabinets was a bar that seemed to stretch around the entire room. An I.V. and a heart monitor laid at my side, the irritating noise of my heart beat being the only sound in the room.

I noticed the dark splatters that lined the floor and bar, hoping more than anything that it wasn't blood.. even though I knew it was. As I continued to look around the room, my eyes finally fell upon something in the corner. A small refrigerator that was covered with mold, dirt, and the unmistakable stains of blood covering it. The stains were a sickly brown color, making me want to vomit. The last thing I saw was a small metal cart that laid at my side, various medical tools laying on top. One thing I noticed that they all contained, was the flaky coating of dried blood. My heart beat quickened, being heard on the heart monitor. Where was I? What was going on? What was going to happen to me? My questions were cut short by the clang on the metal door pulling open, a figure stepping inside.

I clutched my black sweater beneath my fingers, tears welling in my eyes. I hated talking about this. I hated rehashing the terrible memories that consumed me. The therapist sat in front of me, her eyes intent on me as she listened to my story. I couldn't speak anymore. My throat was tight, and dry. My heart was aching as it pounded within my chest. The older woman's eyes narrowed, as she pushed her blue framed glasses higher up on her pointed nose. She has barely spoken this entire time, her hard demeanor making it all the more difficult for me. I was silent, waiting for a response of any type.

"And?" she pressed, followed by what sounded like a forced sigh.

"I... I don't want to speak of it more today," I whispered, staring down at the carpeted floor.

"Well, I don't know what exactly to tell you without hearing the entire story. So far, I only know that you were kidnapped, and awoke in a bloodstained hospital room," she replied, staring down at her clipboard. I stared at the floor, my fingers nearly turning white due to the hard grip I had on my sweater. "But, with all that you have told me... the night terrors, the visions... it all sounds like post traumatic stress disorder. You may come back another time, finish telling the story. Then we will get you on a prescription to help with it all," she replied, standing. She laid her clipboard down on her desk, signalling for me to take my leave.

I sighed, standing from the rough blue chair, eager to leave this dreary room. "Thank you," I whispered, under my breath, then proceeded to hurry out of the room. I walked to the front room, seeing my mother waiting there. Of course, my younger brother had refused to come as well.

"How did it go?" she asked, as we walked to the door.

"Alright, I guess," I murmured as a reply. "I didn't finish telling the story... I couldn't," I murmured. "I have to come back."

"That's fine. I already have your next appointment set... I knew you wouldn't be able to tell it all at once," she whispered, reassuringly patting my shoulder.

We walked out into the sunlight, the parking lot nearly empty. I popped my knuckles as we walked to the car, my mind sorting through everything that I had heard. But the one key thing that continued to circle through my head, was the post traumatic stress disorder. There was no doubt in my mind that that was what I possessed. I just... I wished that that wasn't the case. Damn that blue masked man to the fiery pits of hell for ruining my life. I yanked open the car door, stepping inside and slamming it behind me. My mouth was a solid line as I stared out the window, hearing my mother enter beside me. The car started up, music playing on the radio softly.

The car ride was silent as I watched the scene go by, so sick of my hate filled thoughts that were playing constantly. I just wanted to be normal again. For life to go on as it did before the incident. I sighed, leaning my elbow on the arm rest as I stared out the window, my faint reflection looking back at me. The sun was low in the sky, offering little light that made me nervous. I hated being outside after dark. Without the sun, all of my comfort was gone in an instant.

As I was staring outside, I noticed something by a tree up ahead. My eyes were glued to it, unable to break away. Tall figure. Black hoodie, black jeans. My body froze as we passed the figure, my eyes widening as I saw the unforgivable, haunting scene of that blue mask staring back at me. It was gone in an instant as the car continued, my face still a mask of horror. The car slowed to a stand still at a stop sign, as I frantically shot forward, looking back. He was still there, only looking over at the car. Those hollow eyes. The black, tar like liquid slowly trickling down. My heart quickened it's pace, my hands shaking at my sides. I couldn't help the scream that broke through my lips as I sunk down, covering my head in my hands.

"What's wrong?" my mother yelled.

"T-the man! He's back there!" I wailed.

She placed her hand on the seat, turning around and looking around the car. "Honey... there's no one there," she whispered, sadly.

I turned around, looking back to where he had stood before. He was gone. No longer standing there, watching me. My breathing returned to normal as I turned around, laying back on the chair. That was no vision. He was there. He was standing right there.

The blue masked man has returned.

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