Dreams or reality...

Running, searching for the right place, no, no, not there, that is way too obvious. Frantically, I slip into a place that fit so snug it felt as if it was made for me. Through the silence of the darkness I could hear my breath feeding life to my soul, my heart beating against my chest so fiercely my body rocked back and forth to the rhythm. My eyes never had to adjust I always saw him coming as if I were a cat in the night. Black was his color every time he visited. Calm down and breathe, slower, my heartbeat at a rabbit’s pace I had to stop it. Timing my intake, letting it out slowly only took it down one notch. His face was always covered, his eyes could have been brown, blue, green or black but to me they were always red. Hunting me as he floated around the room coming ever so close to my position, my ears ached in the silence as if they were going to bleed from the anxiety of waiting. His hand gripped the shining weapon that he carried with ease, as I was pulled almost whisperingly mesmerized by it’s beauty, it was calling my name over and over again. Focusing on its piercing splendor I inched forward to meet it with my flesh, it felt like it was my destiny to be cleansed by this beast. Snapping back from my insanity retreating into my hiding place his face seemed to glare right into mine. I held on to myself by leaving my body to walk alone as my soul drifted above me. My whole function of life left me there cold and alone. I observe him urgently pace about realizing he lost his scent of my fear, flipping the knife down instead of up he slowly turned on his heals looked up as I looked down and without words he spoke to me. Stalking me, eluding him as a child he haunted my nights over and over again and I vowed never to become his possession.