My chest is pounding quick and frantic lumps. I hear the feet crush the padding of the carpet. It is only a whisper but I feel those steps ring inside my ears. I bury further under my thin and naked sheet in hopes that I will turn invisible before the feet reach my room.
I squish my eyes until I see colors blur behind my eyelids. I love this trick because it makes the darkness not so scary. My door opens and then shuts and a shadowed figure moves towards my too small bed. If my bed was bigger I think I could get away.
A cold and metal finger presses against my tiny, trembling lips. This finger has a jagged edge and as it presses further I feel a pop from my lip and a taste of metallic blood. Shhhhh... is what this finger says without a sound or word. I simply know.
My only screams tonight will echo inside the halls of my head. Echoing because no one hears them. My screams bounce and rattle around, desperate and lonely.
His other hand roams around and past my naked sheet. There is nothing to hide behind. Up one leg and rubbing down the other he moves deliberately and with purpose. His breathing is quick and matches my own fearful panting. With one knee he pins one small leg. And with the other he has now widened my fearful body into a grown-up X.
One sweaty hand. One jagged, steely cold finger.
Don't move an muscle... don't you make a sound... you are too small... going to make you bigger, little girl.
The sharp and jagged finger is cold against my anxious skin. Skin is popping. Widening pain. And my terror is stretched further than ever before. Jasmin slips in front and I fade into James' hurting arms. He is heavy upon me and he smiles a strange and upside down smile.
I will never forget that hateful smile. And I will never see him again. He is dead.
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