Walking down the glistening asphalt road, late at night, no cars in sight, nothing but the chirps of the crickets in the nearby forest. My hand aches. I pull up the sleeve of my hoodie and examine the strange notches on my palm.
I wonder what they are…
I feel a yawn overcoming me, I begin to stretch my arms… A cabin. Bloodied axe.
Mom and dad are dead.
I remember.
Him.
I remember him.
Oh my god, what am I doing right now? Why am I walking? I need to run, I need to hide. He can see me, he’s coming for me. If I don’t run, I’ll die.
In the midst of my yawn, I turn around and see his quiet black Acura, headlights like hungry eyes, slowly and silently hunting me down. I break into a sprint. The yawn begins to fade. I’m starting to forget.
No, I need to run and get away, run as far as I can, before I forget again.
I take my nail and hastily scratch a notch into my palm, praying that I remember this time.
1,2,3, forget.
Why are there tears in my eyes? No idea. I wonder why I tear up every time I yawn… Where am I headed again?
My hand aches. I pull up the sleeve of my hoodie and examine the strange notches on my palm.
I wonder what they are…
I keep walking down the glistening asphalt road, late at night, no cars in sight, nothing but the chirps of the crickets in the nearby forest.
Oh wait, there is a car, a black Acura. Maybe I can hitch a ride.
Let me go and see.
– Pihu J.