Living in Fear

I breathe slowly.

 

He could be anywhere.

 

He could be watchng me.

 

He might have a gun.

 

I feel the tears well up in my eyes

As I write.

 

Every sound frightens me

Every sound is him.

 

My mother asked

What was wrong.

 

I told her nothing

I need to move on.

 

But I can't.

 

He's here.

 

He's coming.

 

For me.

 

When I get home

I'll sit under my bed.

 

Crying,

Waiting.

 

And today

At 3:00.

 

I will die.

 

He will kill me.

 

I WILL move on.

 

To another place.

 

No longer living

No longer frightened.

Author's Note

idk what this is....i just wrote it i'm aware that it most likely sucks..but if you think differently...please let me know.