Her Point of View
I think she wants to possess me.
Suddenly, my hunger from earlier seemed to vanish into thin air in a split second when I met her again.
This time, she wasn’t standing there and looking harmless. Her eyes are wide open and her usual blue color gradually shifted into a faded color of violet.
She definitely wants my body.
I gulp, knowing what might happen will lead me into trouble. I stare longingly one last time at the name of the convenience store I wished to eat at.
Curse it, I’ll just eat tomorrow.
The three-second eye contact felt like eternity and I turn my back on her, praying to myself that she would just ignore me afterwards. Just a few more hours and this day would be over. Please just let me have the next hours be in peace and let me welcome tomorrow knowing I didn’t get into trouble.
And then, she appeared before me so quickly. Her face, looking as if she was sorry, was the last thing I remembered seeing this night before things turn pitch black.
I returned to my consciousness the next day...
In a police station, with a mad woman screaming at me.