51 Tasha
The doctors at the hospital didn’t seem to get it. Every time they asked me how I felt, I told them I felt nothing. No, my head didn’t hurt. No, my joints weren’t stiff. Compared to what I’ve been going through over the past few days, any physical pain is completely irrelevant. Bring it on, I say.
I have no idea what happened. All I remember is hearing that single footstep. That’s the weirdest thing. It wasn’t like someone was walking towards me or jumping out from somewhere. Just one footstep. As if they were stood waiting, just inside the shadows, waiting for someone to come past. Waiting for me to come past.
The police asked me in the hospital if I’d had anything with me at the time of the attack. I told them I couldn’t remember, but that I didn’t usually leave the house emp
