It’s humid, but I can still feel the chill in my bones. The chill he branded into me the moment we met. I can’t put my finger on it, but I think it was his eyes that gave it away. His dark, maleficent eyes that bore their way into my soul and lie entrapped there. The eyes I can still feel staring even though I’m alone. Walking down the streets of Queens, NY at night alone is probably not one of the best ideas I’ve had. I had to get out of there.
You are mine. The sooner you accept this, the easier your life will be.
I get the chills every time I remember his last words to me. The words that made me rush out of work. I could only guess at what he meant by it, but I didn’t want to. I tried to focus on the fact that he was my boss and I just his assistant but his haunting words kept creeping their way in. Instead of forgetting I became paranoid, left to walk the streets alone. Turning around, I could have sworn he was right behind me. All I saw was darkness down the street illuminated only in places with one of the street lights flickering in the distance. The shadows on the street give me goosebumps, as if he was right there beside me.
I ran up the steps of my building, jammed my key into the lock, and rushed inside. The cigarette burn holes on the carpet kept me on track. I followed them to my door on the third floor, taking the stairs two at a time to the third floor.
Finally home, I breathed a sigh of relief as I stuck my key into the highest lock. One down. I laughed to myself as I unlocked the middle lock of my door. Keep it together Chrissy. Stop being such a freak. By the time I reached the third lock I was back to my old calm self, slightly berating myself for getting so worked up over a sentence. As I opened the door I shook my head and let out a long exhausted sigh, thanking God I had made it home in one piece being as distracted I was. Until I felt a tug on my arm…
The nightmare had just begun.