Kiss of death- Chapter 2

I was back in the house again. My house. My very own. 1

My parents had moved away for a long time ago. I remembered the time they’d left. I’d had a huge smile playing on my lips as they’d dragged their bags out of the house. The house that now would be mine. All mine. I remembered the pride that’d coloured my cheeks red as I quickly had ran several times through the house screaming: “It’s mine, and no one can take it away from me”. But none of those feelings were left inside of me any more. The only thing that I now could feel as I rattled the keys into the keyhole was a great emptiness. You’ll probably wonder why I hadn’t been at my house instead of driving all the way to Phoenix? Maybe it was because of the loneliness I was feeling when I was at home. 2

The emptiness of the dark corridors in the house had always terrified me and that made me longing for school some times. Longing for school? That’s probably the most stupid thing you’ve ever heard. But yet that was what I felt practically every weekend, and if you’d been in my shoes you’d might felt the same thing. Loneliness. Despite the fact that I’d had Fredric, even though he recently broken my heart, he still couldn’t remove that emptiness inside me. He probably wasn’t the right for me, I told myself with less persuasion than usual. I hid my cold hands in my pockets but took them quickly out again with great horror. The pockets were frozen. 3

For a split-second my half-tired and drowsy head could remember some of the things that had happened in Phoenix. I’d seen a man, I thought but ended the streaming of thoughts with a laugh filled with irony. You’d seen a man, so what! It was nothing special about him… But as quickly I’d uttered those thoughts I couldn’t help but to take them back. If I wasn’t mistaken it had been something really strange about the man. He had been really Special I’d remembered. And his terrifying eyes that’d been pitch black was still haunting me. He had been really Special. As I started to reflect at the conversation we’d had I couldn’t help but to hyperventilate. 4

“You would make a great meal”5

Inhale. Exhale.6

“Mmm, you smell so nice”7

Inhale. Exhale.8

“I won’t be feeding on you. You’re way to interesting to be a simple meal even though I’m really hungry”9

Panick. Inhale. Exhale.10

My eyes were suddenly blank and I couldn’t steady my trembling feet anymore. I fell, landing roughly at the parquet flooring. My head felt sore and I couldn’t see clearly anymore as If a veil had been laid before my eyes. I’m so exhausted I’d probably just imagined everything, I said with great persuasion, or else I would’ve gone mad at the same moment. I’d probably imagined everything. I said it several times with more conviction this time.11

I quickly got up from the floor, feeling slightly more strength as I did so. I slowly paced up the dark stairs and into my room. As I took the frozen jacket off, I carefully placed it at the corner of my bed as if it would break anytime. I shivered as I thought of the coldness of the jacket. It had made me feel more cold than warm, I thought bitterly. 12

A huge mirror was fastened at the middle of the room so I went there to see what I had to work with before getting some sleep. As I looked myself up I noticed my wet and greasy looking hair. And my clothes were soaked. I started unbuttoning my blouse and took out a short blue nightgown. I would take a shower in the morning; I was too tired to do that right now. 13

Before going to bed I once again took a quick look at the mirror. Some of the mascara I’d been wearing had run out and was now dripping from the corner of my eyes. I quickly went back into the bathroom and washed my face with some soap before returning into my bedroom. 14

“Hi, beautiful”, a voice whispered in the dark.15

I quickly started to look around feeling a huge fear. I recognized the voice, and in some way I didn’t. It was as I’d awaken from a dream and it had become real. The edge of strength in the male’s voice couldn’t be mistaken and it made me flinch in horror.16

“Who is it, who are you? Show yourself”, I said in an insecure voice.17

“As you wish”, the man said with great amusement as he came out from the shadows. The contrast of his white marble-looking skin and the dark clothes which seemed to suck the darkness from the room, astonished me. He grinned, showing all of his white and perfect teeth.18

I held my breath in terror as I realized who he was. It was the same man I’d seen in Phoenix. He’d followed me. The thought came as a shock. 19