My eyes were frozen at the man's form, his navy mask holding no emotion. The black liquid trickled down from his eyes, or should I say, lack of eyes. He swiftly shut the metal door with a clang, approaching the table. I struggled, trying my hardest to break free, although I knew it was futile. He examined the tools on the table, his gloved hand finally picking up what appeared to be a scalpel. I whimpered, tears springing into my eyes as I stared at him, my face a mask of pure horror.

"Please, please let me go," I begged, knowing it was useless. What did this man want from me?

A slight laugh radiated from him as he lifted his mask, slightly, just enough to see below his nose. I blinked, examining the off, grey color of his skin. His cracked, dry lips and the rows of shark like teeth that shined as he smirked. He... he could not be human.

"Now why would I do that?" he questioned, taking another step closer.

Silently, he lifted up my shirt up to my ribcage. He must have already taken my coat. He traced his scalpel across my skin, pausing to the right of my bellybutton.

"What are you doing?" I cried, terrified to even move.

"Hush," he growled, barring his teeth at me. "I might cut something wrong. And you wouldn't want that, would you?" he chuckled, darkly.

Before I could say another word, his scalpel dug into my skin, blood rushing to the surface. A scream tumbled through my mouth, tears streaking down my cheeks as I fought away from him, causing the blood to flow at an even faster rate. I watched in horror as he finished his incision, reaching one of his gloved hands forward. I could tell his soulless, empty gaze was on me as he shoved his fingers inside of the cut, pushing my skin apart. I shrieked as he pushed his hand inside, shuffling it around before pausing. His razor teeth were bright as he smiled, before ripping his hand back, a sickly sound being followed.

There in his hand laid my kidney, dripping with blood.

Subconsciously, my hand ran over the thick scar on my abdomen, my eyes following the trees that flew past my window. This car ride home felt like it lasted for years, my heart still off beat as I glared out, making she the masked man was no where in sight. He was back. He was here. Or was it my mind playing tricks on me once more? That might have been the case; I do tend to think I see him a lot, even though it could be a mere reflection in water. My mother was silent, not trying to strike a conversation. I didn't blame her. Soon, she would think I'm crazy just like the rest... myself included.

The car came to a stop outside our house, the sun getting low in the sky. I didn't feel like going in yet. Up to my bedroom, so my imagination could take over. Then again, did I really want to sit by that water and feel sorry for myself? That's all I tend to do anymore! I knew it annoyed people. I knew no one wanted to hear of my sad tales that seem to get repeated daily. But, what else was there to do? I heard the sound of the door open and shut, and I was expected to follow. Achingly slow, I opened the door, stepping out into the cool air. The keys jingled in my mothers hand as she shoved them into her jeans pocket, nodding for me to follow.

"Um... do you mind if I sit at my tree for a bit? I need some time to think," I whispered, pursing my lips as I stared down at my feet.

"Ivy, can't you just go to your room? I don't like for you to be out here by yourself..." she whispered in reply.

"I'll be in, ten minutes tops. I promise," I replied, a pleading look in my gold eyes.

She let out a long sigh before nodding. "Fine, fine. I'll get dinner started," she replied, heading back to the house while I stayed still.

After the door shut, I made my way over to the tree that over looked the pond. I don't know why I liked it here so much. It just felt like the right place to be, at times. Avoiding a glance into the water, I slumped against the tree's bark, sliding down on to the roots as I did the day before. I should have brought a book of some sort to read. Then again, I only did have ten minutes to sit here. I looked up at the sky, brilliant colors coming into view due to the sunset, the water glittering in front of my as it reflected it.

These hallucinations were getting worse by the day. I just hoped by the next therapy session I could get prescribed some medicine that would stop them. Maybe then I could get my life back in order. Shutting my eyes, I let out a huge breath of air, forcing myself to relax. Things would get better soon, I just had to keep telling myself that. I continued to sit in silence, until I finally looked down at my watch, seeing that my ten minutes were up. Slowly sitting up, I allowed myself one look into the water. But instantly, I regretted it. There, standing beside me was the masked man, his blank gaze on me.

My eyes narrowed, a surge of anger rushing through me. Again? Why would I see this again? Could I not look into a body of fucking water without seeing that no good prick? Clenching my fists, I turned away from the water, not allowing the hallucination to get to me. No more. I was going to get over this. But, right after I turned, I was stopped where I stood, my face mere inches from black fabric. My mind was blank, it appearing as though the world had gone silent. Ever so slowly, I looked up. Blue mask. Empty eye sockets glaring at me... this was no hallucination.

He was here.

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