A Cycle

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The screams wouldn’t stop. They weren’t coming from me, or even on my floor but i could hear them and they just. Wont. stop. The sirens are sounding outside, but, threatened with the destruction of the entire building, my saviors can’t come in. outside my door is chaos. Out there is a mad man, if a monster such as he can even be called a man. I’m trapped in this room, as far as i can get from my front door. I’d climb out the window but… i’ve already seen bodies fall to the pavement. The only thing i can do is wait and, when he finally searches my room for me, fight back. If i’m not too shocked by his, without a doubt, bloodied form. There's a pause in the pleading for lives and shrieking in pain. For a moment, I let myself hope he has been stopped, but that ember quickly dies as the sounds pick up again just down the hall.

         What does he want? Why is he killing the whole building? What did we do to deserve this?

          I start crying and hiccuping, but I force myself to bury my teeth in my hand to shut myself up when I hear footsteps in the hall, coming closer. Then a door opens and my heart stops momentarily I crawl under my bed and stay as still as I can, as quiet as I can. Someone calls from my living room.

“Help! Please he killed my son”

I see purple heels enter my room.

The women is choking back tears and whispering.

“please!!he's dead. My son is- No, please!!” I see her get lifted I to the air, feet trying to kick her attacker, but her struggle appears completely useless. “Leave me alone. No! Stop! Please! LET ME GO” she falls on to her back and quickly scrambles to the hallway window.

    I hear it squeak open. I can only assume she crawled through and I hope she escaped this massacre.

     I turn my attention back to the hallway, but I see no one, not even a shadow.

    Did he leave? Is he not going to search my apartment? Does...does this mean I live?

     I stay still and listen closely for footsteps. I even pray to hear the screaming that will haunt me for the rest of my life again because at least that would mean I'm safe for now.

     I am listening so closely for distant sounds that I don't notice the light breathing coming from my left. I am so focused on being quiet that I don't feel merciless eyes beaming holes into the side of my head…. Until his cold, blood-slicked hand grip my hair and drag me from my safe place. I am pulled out of focus so quickly I don't think to fight back until I'm being held down. All I can do now is stare silently. My breathing and heart rate escalating. I begin to feel like I might pass out.

The killer frowns at me.

“It's no good when they just lay there and accept it”

His hand closes tightly around my throat, as he releases my hands.

I grab his wrist, already struggling to breathe.

He lifts me and holds me in the air, staring angrily, and walks to the still open window and forces me through it, keeping me suspended nine stories above the Earth's surface.

My eyes dash from side to side trying to find anything that might help me, but all I see is a lone purple heel.

I focus on my killer once more, and he looks at me expectantly, just waiting for me to beg for my life. I just stare.

This being is truly insane. If I begged I'd still die. It's useless.

I let go of his wrist and let myself hang there, still staring at him.

He growls… and let's go.

It's not like people say it is. Time didn't seem to stop as I started to fall. But my body did react. My hands reached out to grasp desperately at the ledge. I knew my fingertips were scraped off, and bleeding, but I tried to hold on. My own blood made the stone slippery and I could feel myself losing grip. I looked up, tears slowly making their way down my face, and saw that smirk. That bold, unmoving, apathetic smile.

“You really don't want to die, huh?”

I forced my gaze to harden and I set my jaw refusing to answer either way.

He chuckled at me and knelt down.

“Your wish is my command,” he grabbed my wrist, I closed my eyes, ready to be tossed from the edge and to my death, but my feet landed on solid ground.

I look at him, completely befuddled, but he just leaves me there.

I shake, hardly still standing.

“Hey, kid,” I jump at his voice and look up to see him standing in the doorway.

“ I lost my mind to this. Everyone called me the survivor, and I couldn't tell them the truth. It's up to you to end this cycle, but I'll warn you.” He half turned towards me.

“The screams you remember never stop”

He continues on his way.

I believed he had left the floor and I collapsed to my knees, but the screaming starts in the next room again, and I curl up in a fetal position and tried to block them out.

Btw the art belongs to me~the author