Nightmare
He sauntered towards me with that look of amusement. My fear merely fed his pleasure. He was dark-haired and lean-built, with wide blue eyes reflecting porcelain. Hanging just above six feet, his comfortably casual t-shirt and jeans belied a terribly uncomfortable truth. He was a murderer, and a happy one. Today, I was his prey.
He knew that I knew. It made him smile all the more. I ran. I ran into the nearest building in hopes of finding a rescuer.
The building was The Hospital.
I ran through doors and empty hallways, until finally, I found a doctor. I asked for help. She smiled. She smiled pleasantly and led me to her office. I started to tell. But before I could form a word, suddenly he appeared. There were no steps behind me, but somehow, he found me. He saw the doctor, and she saw him. They exchanged familiar greetings. He takes his place next to her.
She knew him. She was his doctor.
Now they both turn to look at me, and smile.
Today, I am theirs.













