|A lovely sight in the morning|
I stood there waiting for him to come, I was scared. I stood in a room, it was small with a bed, a window and a wardrobe, I ran tot he wardrobe to hid in it. as i shut the door I could hear the someone open the door to the room; the noise was murdering my hope for survival. I could hear them slowly walk around the room each step breaking my strength to go on. The thought about how I would be killed swept through my mind. it overwhelmed me, What can I do? I am going to die and there is nothing I can do!
I took a few seconds to calm myself down, i rested my ear on the wardrobe door. Silence, this may be my chance, and I took it. I opened the door and ran out to see him, the killer... my killer by the window. He looked calm, almost sad. This was the first time I could really look at him, so I stopped by the open door, trying to soak the image up as good as I could before running back to safety. He was tall, he had a strong figure and he wore a hoody and trousers, i could not see his face as he was looking out side, it was almost like he was waiting for me to run.... to escape.
He turned to me, i could see everything. he was handsome, clean shaven and had a very strong jaw line. I stayed there just looking, the chance to escape had come and gone. I was stuck there with him and both of us knew it. I looked into his eyes, they were beautiful, they cried out to me. I felt a cold chill down my back, I knew this was a bad idea but I could not help myself I needed to know why he wanted to kill me. He moved closer, and so did I. We stopped with only the bed between us all feelings but one left me, I new i was in the wrong but i could not turn away from someone I loved.
He was my killer....