DARK LIES

“Open your eyes darling” Of course I didn’t .This person’s hands were around my neck and i knew what would happen if I opened my eyes. I stood still pretending to be a dead corpse or at least someone who was asleep. I could feel the thumping of my heart against my ribcage and my head was starting to hurt. I continued to pick my skin and i think it started to bleed. But I didn’t move. I can’t move if I want to live. Eventually, my bed creaked and i heard my window close. That was the moment I realized how cold it was tonight.I listened to every sound, from my breath to the flutter of my curtains, until I was sure that that person was gone. I opened my eyes, took the vase from my bedside table and went towards the window and locked it. I then let out a sigh of relief and slid down the wall, my back against it, until I was in a fetal position. I don’t remember how many times this has happened, but it scares me the same each time. Why is this person attacking me ? Is this person male or female? Do they plan on killing me? How long will this go on for? When did this all start? I knew the answer to the last question. It all started the day I brought that wretched and disturbing book home. It’s been five days since I got this book home. And each day the same thing happens at a precise time, which is 1:30 am. I need to find a way to get rid of this attacker. When I first decided to take that book home, I thought it was another thriller novel. But as I continued to read this book I noticed how wrong I was. Why are the murders in this book described in such a detailed manner? Why would someone let such a disturbing book be published and kept in a library ? Are there other copies of this book? If there are other copies, are other people going through the same thing? And why do all the murders revolve around the library down the street? The library down the street is the only library on 11th St. It is owned by a nice old lady. The library was passed down for generations and she is the tenth owner. Moving to Florida at the age of 21 wasn’t easy but she made it all better . I spent my ‘moving in days’ in her library where she treated me like her daughter. I guess the old lady may not be as nice as she seems. But how could an old lady climb three floors just to get into my apartment room through a window? Maybe whatever is happening is not related to the book. Perhaps all the murders aren’t even true. I got up from where I was sitting , still griping my vase tightly. I went into the bathroom and i washed my face with cold water. I tied my long black hair into a bun and washed my hands which were hurting from all the picking i did today. I realized that my blue eyes had bags underneath them from all the sleepless nights. I then walked out of the restroom preparing myself to go to bed. My life can’t continue like this. I need to figure out a way to stop all this.