NOW, I want to listen to my "soul". Good plan all
of this was, I scold myself. Yeah, let's totally go out into the night, all
alone, freak yourself out, and almost die. I feel a little relieved as I reach
the bottom of the stairs and look up towards the rows of beach houses. The
house where safety is lies among them.
I turn around and look upwards, but the figure is no longer
there.
When I turn back around, there he is. The freaking figure
is, like, ten steps before me!
He looks like he can see the confusion on my face - as if it
was as bright as outside is at noon on a sunny day. "Oh, I move pretty
fast."
"Oh, I can tell," I say, mocking his voice. I
scold myself again. I shouldn't provoke the guy who may murder me tonight. I
begin walking again and then I say, "Well, you have a great night. Don't
stay out in the cold for too long."
I pass him.
"Oh, the cold can't hurt me, little girl. I wouldn't
worry about my well-being if I were you."
That's when I freaking run like the devil himself is
standing behind me, and I mean, he may as well be. I am still hearing his laughter echo in my ears
well after I already entered the house and locked the door. With the door
behind my back, I slide down it, my breathing erratic. I look down at my
shaking hands and touch my face – a thing that is forbidden by my mother
because apparently it will lead to black heads and giant butt pores when I get
older.
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