CHICAGO LOVERS

LIKE HER😥

Right in front of my eyes was a beautiful garden full of roses and other flowers which made it look so attractive. At the very end was a table for two with wine and candles surrounding it. I just stood there asking myself if this was a date or a sacrificial gathering because to be honest I don't trust this man at all.

"Welcome my Precious", Jack shouted and took me from my imaginations.

"What's this all about?", I asked trying not to show even the slightest worry that could come out of me. He ignored me and grabbed my hand forcing me to follow him through the garden of flowers. "If this is supposed to be a date he could at least walk me through the flowers romantically and if I'm here to be sacrificed he could at least let me enjoy the little time I have left", I heard my thoughts running through my head like an untamed kitten.

"Have a seat beautiful and I'll be with you shortly", Jack said as he headed towards a dark corner, it was so dark I couldn't see where he was heading.

I just sat there with my hands wrapped around my back because it sure as heck was cold. after around 10 minutes I saw Jack come back with something that looked like a picture frame and a knife on his hand. fear started enveloping my head and I could feel a sudden sweat run down my face. All I could think of was running but I calmed myself down because on the table together with the wine was a plate covered neatly with a piece of cloth so maybe it must be a cake or meat, but what if it's someone's head? No, no, no it was too small to be a head, but what if it was a baby's head? All these thoughts ran through my mind in a matter of seconds but I just forced myself to be still.

"Do you see this?", he asked pointing out to the frame he was holding. "Yes what is it?, I asked looking at it. "This is a picture of a woman who killed my mother five years ago and ran away to an unknown place, she hasn't been found until this date", he said while holding it close to his face. "May I see it?", I asked while stretching out my hand. He let me take it and I slowly turned to see who the murderer was. I was shocked with the sight that was right in front of me, it was as if I was looking at the mirror, this woman looked exactly like me but that wasn't the problem, what kept coming into my mind were questions of why he showed my the picture, something's not right.

"Why are you telling me all this Jack?", I asked in a low voice.

"When I saw you yesterday Precious all the pain and sorrow that have been going through my heart came back to me and I once promised myself that I would get rid of whoever looks like her no matter what it takes", he said looking at me with cold eyes that made me freak out. All I could do was stare at the picture and I kept asking myself why I looked like her.

Why did this have to happen to me, why did I have to look like a murderer?