Im stuck in a room with a psychopath- i dont even remember how i happened to get here.

I remember falling asleep at home in my bed- to here. Now. My mind is foggy- and i can hear my heart beating from my chest as my breathe begin to shallow.

“Why am i here.” I ask. “Where am i?!” I started to panick. I could tell his intent wasnt to correspond with conversation as he just smiled- gently it almost come off as friendly but the knife in his hand contradicted that scenario in my head that i would make it out safely.

“ okay… okay that doesnt matter obviously” i out my hands up in surrender. “Listen- uh.. my name is alisha. alisha mae- crocker. I-im seventeen years old and my favorite color is blue. I go to school every day and i get good grades- i “ i began to swear- my hands clammed as i tugged at the bottom of my shirt trying not to cry any harder then i alrwady had trying to think- stuttering i continue” i dont have many friends- i woulsnt be missed, my parents are alcoholics! I havent lived a good life, im unhappy and sure i wouldnt mind an easy way out but i really would like to try- to try to live a good life a- and im sure you feel somewhat the same way, right? I mean you couldn’t have woke up one day and decides that you wanted to be a killer? You have a story? A painful one im sure….”

God- my mind raced a mile a minute and it almost seemed impossible to find the right words that could possibly save my life, as if it had any difference in what my outcome wouls be. He didnt look fased as his facial expression was blanked- numb- almost as if he couldnt feel anything other then his urge to kill me.

He fiddled the knife in his hand- slowly sitting in the chair that was placed behind him.

I stood chained to the wall- of what looked to be an abandoned cabin.

“You see- i know what pain is, i know what it means to feel something so deeply. I get it okay and you probably dont even understand why you feel the way you do”

He giggled- out loud. Now leaning back as if he was amused at my tatic to humanize him.

As if i had any real knowledge of what he was feeling. To him, my pain- my hurt- my fear was his amusement, like a comedy.

“ who are you?” I beg- impatient “ why are you doing this to me?” I cried.

“ enough.” Was all he said before stepping up from the chair- now standing he slowly walked over to me- closely- i could feel him breathing heavily, as he circles me. Thinking- scared i began to try to break lose from the chains, unfortunate they didnt budge. He grabbed me from the back of my hair, jolting my head, my eyes now glued to the roof. Closing my eyes- i said goodbye.