I run up to my room, my boots smacking the wooden stairs loudly. I can hear my heart pounding. I'm already panicking.
I slam the door and lock it, even though I know that it will never do me any good. I back up slowly, still trying to take it all in. I press my back to the wall and try to focus on my ceiling to make the dizzy feeling in my head go away.
Oh, God, I knew this day would come eventually. But now that its here... I'm almost horrified enough to call my parents, but they would be frightened if they knew what was going on. They aren't the type to believe this sort of thing anyway, despite how often I tried to convince them of the truth.
It can't be real, this can't be real... I pinch my arm lightly just to make sure this isn't some kind of sick nightmare.
Damn it, its real...
I feel tears fall down my cheek, and I put my fingers up to my face, shaking in fear. I wipe them away, but they just keep pouring down.
Stop crying, you idiot. They won't take you if you can escape. You need to find a way out, or fight back.
I try to ignore it and inch over to the window, heart still racing.
Should I do it? Should I even look outside my own window? I think to myself, debating the terrors that would follow both options.
I turn away for a moment. You have to look eventually.
I finally build up my courage and do it anyway, ignoring the quiet, though probably smarter voice in my head screaming at me not to. I part the curtains, eyes shut. I take a few moments before I can actually open my eyes.
I see it.
You shouldn't have done that, you idiot! I was hoping that it wasn't real, that it really was just my imagination, and there wasn't anything outside my window. Some mad hope, but anything would be better than the truth. But I'm wrong. Of course I am. How did I actually think I could escape?
I’ve finally been found. They’re here. He's here.
Just count to 10. Calm down.
A group of Them stands in my backyard in a way that looks like it was practiced until it was perfect. I can't see any of their faces. But my attention isn't focused on any of them. Because they're led by Him. He stands up too straight, too still. Like a statue. I don’t even know His name, but he’s scary as all of hell. And I know he's been waiting for me.
His perfect suit stands out from the dark surroundings of the trees, practically screaming that He isn't like anything else you'll ever see. He looks unnaturally tall from this distance, making Him even more intimidating. A cape falls over his shoulders, darker than the sky behind him, and he wears a top hat on his head. But he knows how he looks. He planned it to be this way.
But his most disturbing feature isn't any of these. It's his face, or rather, what covers his face. It's a porcelain mask that seems to take in everything at once, and it draws me in completely.
It looks so inhuman. Evil. Deadly. I can't stop staring. He lifts a hand and pushes the mask up on his face a bit, just enough to reveal a grin of sharp white teeth. He knows I'm watching. He knows that I see them.
I don't even realize as I shut my eyes. I can't watch, I can't look. I shut the curtains and drop down to the floor, hiding from the window. I realize I sliced my hand on the window as a crimson liquid drips on the carpet. I open my eyes and peek from behind the curtains. The man has disappeared.
Oh God, no, no, no...
Don't turn around.
Don't look behind you.
I feel someone's breath on the back of my neck.
All my thoughts disappear as it goes dead silent.
I stand there, mouth open wide, unable to scream or say anything as the glass behind me shatters. I turn around and duck in an attempt to dodge the flying shards of glass, and I hit my head on the corner of my nightstand. My arm twists backwards, and I feel a sharp pain as it bends much farther than it should. I hear a snap as my vision fades. A blurry figure climbs through the window gracefully. I lose my balance and topple to the ground. My head pounds, and I struggle to focus on the tall entity as He approaches.
The man walks up to me slowly. His hands are ready to strike me, harm me, nothing good. I can only blink, trying to focus my vision, as I give him a frightened glare. His determination is overpowering... But then, suddenly, he stops. His mask turns down to my neck for a moment. The cold chain is still on my neck. I've had it for years. A strange key and an old clock hang from the delicate chain.
The clock's ticking is the only thing I can hear in the quiet.
He bends down beside me, and I attempt to scoot away. I'm still shaking. The necklace seems be of interest to him, to my dismay. I feel a small burst of pain as He snatches it off my neck and looks at it, studying it intently for a few seconds. The broken chain dangles in the air as he looks at it. It feels like time is frozen.
Get out. Move, escape, something! GO! RUN!
But I can't move.
His bright green eyes meet mine for a moment. I can see moisture in his eyes... I'm filled with confusion as He bends down and gently places it in my hand. I try to stay conscious as He backs up, away from me, as far as he can get. My vision gets foggier. I hear a vase break; more shattering glass. He snatches some paper off my desk oh his way out; artwork, I assume. I watch him grab his top hat, ducking below the door frame as he exits my room. My eyelashes flutter.
I'm laying in my own blood.
"Why..." I manage to ask, my voice hardly a whisper.
I get no response from the masked man. The last thing I see before I pass out is his cracked porcelain mask, and the green eyes behind it staring at me, before He walks out the door with some of my drawings crumpled in his hand.