As I stepped outside I felt this sudden urge to turn around and lock myself up where it’s safe. I looked around and everything seemed perfectly fine. No reason to worry – I though as I headed to check my mails. There was an envelope inside. No addresses, no names, nothing. As I picked it up it hit me. I could smell him in the stairway. He was here, maybe he’s still here. Everything started spinning, my heart was racing, I felt the pure terror filling up my head until there was nothing left, no thoughts, no memories. Only the fear.
I have to run.
But I have to!
(blood on the wall)
What else can I do?
(it’s your own blood, bitch)
He can be right behind me, he could stab me in any second!
(you know he will kill you if you run)
I can do this. Breathe… Breathe… That’s it. In and out… There we go…
I looked around. Nobody there. Silence. I was alone. Okay good. I opened the envelope. There was a photograph and a paper folded in half in there. I looked at the photograph. It was a woman in her mid-thirties, long brown hair, warm brown eyes, a cute smile. It was a small picture, probably made for an ID card. I unfolded the paper. A letter.
She expects me, but you will go to her instead.
Your task is to pick her up and bring her to me.
Be there by 11 o’clock.
Last chance. Don’t screw it up.
I checked the time and it was already too late to make it happen within the given time range, even if the girl was coming with me willingly, without questions. Still, I had to try at least, my own life was at stake. I knew he’d fucking kill me this time. I had to try.
I started to run. The girls location was 10 minutes away on foot. I was running as fast as I could thinking about how will I get her to cooperate. I felt my heels slamming into the ground. Heart pounding, I was panting, already running out of breath. My thoughts were racing – God, I was thinking so fast I couldn’t even catch up with my own brain. Drops of sweat ran down on my forehead right into my eyes. My vision blurred, I couldn’t even see where I was stepping. I fell and hit the ground hard. I felt a sharp pain in my knees and elbows. I could feel the blood spreading on my skin, mixing with the dirt and dust of the street. I got up not caring about any of that, I rubbed the sweat out of my eyes and continued to run. I heard my blood throbbing in my ears which somehow calmed me a bit. I’ve got this. I can do this. …I can make him pleased.
Minutes passed and I arrived at the given location.
I looked around and she wasn’t there. No, no, no, no! Panic started to kick in again. I don’t wanna die because of this fucking cow who was too busy to even show her fucking face! Where are you bitch? Don’t you dare to do this to me!
I was running around the place like a crazy person, tears in my eyes. Looking at the women one by one. Brown hair, brown eyes. God it seemed everybody looked the same. Why couldn’t he pick somebody less ordinary?!
Then I saw her smile. Oh no, she wasn’t ordinary, oh my God, not at all. I could see what he saw in her. Innocence, radiance, how she shone when she was smiling. Suddenly jealousy and rage filled my head. He chose her. He chose her over me! I felt bitter and empty. I wanted her to get hurt. I ran to her, she was on her phone, talking to somebody. I grabbed her hands, her phone fell on the ground. She was already upset, I could see. I started explaining what was happening. She pulled herself out of my grip and I could see on her face that I won’t be able to convince her. I reached for her again and started dragging her with me. She started screaming and people started looking at us. “No, no no, this can’t be happening, he will kill me, don’t you understand? Please, I beg you, come with me!” People now were running to us, helping the girl get away from me. Some of them, I could hear, were calling the police already. I had to leave. I had no other choice.
I fucked it up.
I fucked it up bad.
Without thinking I headed to the other location which was written in the letter.
Where he was waiting for me.