Surprise

When that terrifying moment ended, you know the relatable moment when someone just assumes you're basically as good as dead. No, just me. Fine. Well anyways, I wanted to know more about this murderer and so I looked through my favorite website, Wikipedia.

When I finally found what I was looking for, there were so many speculations on his reasons, but when I got to the gory details of what he does to his victims let's just say, I lost the breakfast and lunch I never even had. I even stayed extra at school incase you were wondering where I was but the fact is I was alone. I know smart after a murderer literally warns you that he's coming for you. Anyways it was getting dark and after reading that I really didn't want to walk home and yes, I'm not telling you I'll just let your mind wander on all the possibilities because it's all of them.

And like an idiot I decide to stay late and walk home alone in the dark with only the street lights as my guide with a murderer who's ruthless on my trail. Wow, I'm probably smarter than Einstein. I then walk down the lightly lit hallways of school towards the exit and I notice the sun's setting already. I start running like that's going to make a difference because my house is at least a 30-45 minute walk. During my sprint for home, I thought, how'd the killer know me? Were we friends and now he wants revenge or is it just a sick game?

I am almost home when I feel the repercussions of my actions, I feel an injection stabbed into my neck and just as I'm about to react everything goes black.

After a few minutes or days.

I wake up in a grey room filled with nothing but me and the chair I'm uncomfortably attached to. I then notice a black silhouette but sadly when I try to scream for help it comes out muffled so I realize he gagged me. He also tied my hands to the hand rests of the wooden chair and yes, I knew he was a guy because I checked him up. I stared a little nervously as he came closer.

He came and said, "I'm not going to hurt you." Oh and he had a mask on, when he reached towards me I thought he might be a psycho that has a sick love for me. Yikes. He ends up taking off my gag and I say, "Isn't that what you tell all your victims." He shakes his head and stares at me and I see disbelief in his eyes, he then says, "No only you." The thing that's weird is he isn't looking at me with hate, he's looking at me with kindness not in a murderous way. It's like he feels sorry for me. But why?

"I'm seriously here only to help you,"he says trying to be convincing but I think he notices that I don't show trust in my eyes. He just stares at me and then grips his hair tight and the loosens his grip. "I want you to get your revenge even though I did mine terribly,"he said honestly trying to show he's a candid person. My face hardened at his words because I let go awhile ago so I wouldn't destroy my life.

"I'm just saying your friend deserves some sort of justice, even your parents and your brother deserve that much,"he said calmly reciting my whole life even though he shouldn't know that. I stare at him confused. I felt tears threatening to fall every second he talked, I just wanted to tell him to shut up, but for some reason I needed to here it. Oh and he's still wearing his mask, weirdo.

"Aren't you going to say anything,"he asked me patiently. I said, "I don't think there's anything to say." I was just mortified that he knew everything and that he was making me relive it all over again. "You got to make a deal with me. If I take off my mask you don't tell anyone who I am and you never hurt me in any way,"he said serious but kind at the same time. I just could see the sorrow in his eyes and his fear of being caught for revenge. Vengeance.

I was utterly bewildered, did he think I was stupid. "What if you're the one who killed my parents,"I asked seriously, but I could see he was giving me this look saying 'seriously.' "Would I really help you if I killed your parents? I may have got vengeance but I'm not a psychopath . I just don't want you to be on the run for the rest of your life like me,"he said seriously for the first time in a while.

I just thought, could he be trusted? Could anyone?

He reached out his hand, I realized after a while that it was an agreement. A handshake sort of agreement thankfully. At least that sort of proves that he isn't a full on psycho so I reached out and shook his hand. With a heavy heart I saw him pull of his black knitted mask, slowly but surely his face was revealed. I had no words and when I did.

"YOU,"I said with anger and shock